in my film and lit class, towards the end of the period a black guy sitting at a table across from us starts talking to us and whatever, about the language of the book we’re reading and how it’s not the english we’re used to (it was written around the 1890’s)

and he’s like well i dont even really understand some of the modern language some people use now

and im like yeah, i agree some of is dumb 

and then he asks us ‘like what does dtf mean?’

and we all stare at him and ask him ‘is that a serious question??’

and he’s like ‘yeah, i saw it on the jersey shore, one of the chicks said something like im dtf, too’

and im just laughing so hard and cute boy is laughing so hard and everyone is laughing

and he’s like  ’is it an std or something i mean i dont get it’

so were just all teasing him and stuff and he just gets frustrated and says IS NO ONE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS

and the other guy at our table just goes (in the loudest fucking voice possible) it means down to FUCK

everyone laughed and our teacher just stared at us

that was the best part about today and also this smoothie i just made

i really need to learn how to tell stories better. oh well. boring post about school