R.I.P. RED NBA SOCKS

My first day back at school was okay, it started out whack though because I got sent out first period for constantly saying, "Follow the units," in a mocking tone, it's like Gould is trying to deprieve me of my learning or sometimes and I think he has a bigass bias towards me sometimes. Collado was cool, I gotta B+ in Vinluan and that sucks, she thought one packet wasn't mine because I forgot to put my name on it because the handwriting didn't look like it was from me, but I guess my handwriting isn't that bad, I kinda like it. Vargas was boring and lunch was whatever, I had to take a big dump though and I tried going in the nurse's office but didn't work, so I just went near the lockeroom. Hockey's kinda whack, and World History was allright. I went home and ate afterschool, and went to that tutoring thing with Adrian and Danielle at Hillside Park, and it was pretty fun, we talked a lot and just chilled and did some of my Algebra 2 HW, I forgot hella of it though because it's from hella earlier in the year. We got picked up by Adrian's mom after, then I went home and watched some of the Celtics and Philly game, I wonder who won, but then I went over and played at the Y, and I ripped my red NBA socks which got me hella mad because I thought you were supposed to be like elite quality or some shit, how the fuck do you break hella fast, when the cheapass socks I buy at Costco last longer. That's pathetic.