Just wondering if I've done this place descriptive justice, have I told you this place is a ghetto?
Dinner was served with a front row fight, and a side of pepper spray, and study time was topped with a jubilee of eager fight chanters running past my door (I didn't have the misfortune to witness the inevitable damage regarded in their hopeful eyes this time). Oh, and the cops were on that as if someone dropped a donut.
Haha, Mom and Dad, don't worry it seems that the innocent are kept out of shenanigans way...
To be honest, I feel like I'm in 11th grade all over again, Claremont what. Except this time I'm judging immaturity with a 'been there, seen how that pans out attitude'. PTL I'm not in their weak-disciplined & violent Chuck Taylors.
Bottom line, how is a boy to study with so much distracting him? ahahaa.
ps, this picture was a pep rally car bashing event...but somehow fitting for the topic of this post.
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