Cupcakes, Sprinkles, and Other Happy Things
I DON’T LIKE kindergarten.
I have to wake up early every single day and brush my teeth.
I have to put on real clothes and my hair can’t look like a rat’s nest.
I have to remember to get rid of face crustys and eye buggers.
I have to have uniform shirts that are clean and not wrinkled.
And no they can’t be worn inside out *in a pinch.*
I have to make a lunch every single morning.
And it has to come across as “healthy” or I get the stink eye from the teacher.
I have to be on time. Like, it’s not an option. On. Time. Every. Day.
There’s even a bell! It’s judging me! It freaks me out!
I only have 5 excused absences for the entire year.
What about my birthday? Cinco De Mayo? Or snuggle days at home? Five days?!?
Now, I have to make up a fake doctor and a fake illness.
It’s the only way to squeeze a few more days out of this system.
I have to meet new people.
Most of them are too happy, too weird, or don’t follow the rules.