1. Its 8 am, and the first bell has rung. Where are you?
Just walking into school, skateboard attached to your hand.
Front of the class, waiting eagerly for class to begin. You were ten minutes early.
Sitting with all your dumb brutes, talking about all the girls you have screwed.
At home--still. You forgot what day it was today.
Rollin in wit my homies.
Waiting until the second bell to make my grand entrance, giving all the boys a seductive smile.
Still in bed--I mean, it's not like math is THAT important.
At the very back of the class, sitting in a dark corner.
Already at school, sitting in the center of my little group, chatting away merrily.
Strolling into class on time, giving everyone dark glares.
2. Your favorite subject would definitely have to be:
Science. You've always been fascinated with the human body's inner organs.
Art. But only because the teacher absolutely LOVES you. She'd give you an A without even looking at your page.
Like it matters, you're always listening to your music. It's not like you actually PAY attention anyway.
Socials. You like your politics, and your chance to yell out your views on what assholes the government is made of.
Lunch. It gives you more room to flaunt.
English. Cause you always give your black philosophy on Shakespearian times.
Foods. Cause you love slipping the weed into all the pastries. It gives it more flavor.
PE! Cause you can kick anyone's ass at any sport.
Math. Because it's the only class that you can get up and prove the teacher wrong by taking over the lesson.
Spare. You get to throw down your board and land a few tricks on your way up to the corner store for some yums.
ignore this.
3. Your CAPP teacher hands out assignments for your career week. Where will you go to work for the week?
Aritzia. You've always loved their clothes, since your whole wardrobe consists of their expensive brands.
McDonalds. You've got a bunch of your friends going there. And you get long break times too.
Some sex/bondage shop. You've always loved their style.
That new computer store that just opened. You DID get 105 percent in all of your computer classes.
West 49. You like to hang in a skateboarding/snowboarding environment.
Your choice of work place wouldn't sit well with the teachers, so you had to settle for a bathing suit outlet.
A book store. No one bugs you and you don't bug them.
A music store. A small one downtown; your life's passion.
Sport Mart. It's your one true calling.
Athlete's World. Not only do you spend you whole time there, but they've got those new Air Force Ones...
4. Your favorite band comes rolling into town, and you go out and buy tickets for them. Who are they?
G Unit. Your idols.
Twisted Sister. They just had a reunion tour--you love all those one hit wonders.
The Transplants. You love how they mix everything into the hard beats.
Marilyn Manson. His music has always attracted you, and not to mention his wardrobe.
Christina Aguilera. You can't help but want to get dirrty up on stage too.
Blindside. Perfect music to totally break out to.
Elton John. Not only your favorite, but your parents bought some tickets too. A family thing.
From First to Last. If it's Indie--you dig it.
DJ Inferno. He spins that sick shit that sounds so wicked when you're baked.
Gwen Steffani. She just has the cutest clothes!
5. Your typical wear would look as follows:
Skate shoes. Baggy shorts/pants. Skateboard branded tees/sweaters. Long shaggy hair. Sometimes a hat.
Expensive, neat clothes. Cute shirt, skirt, or fitted pants. Pretty shoes. Straightened/curled hair. Bright colours. Expensive purse.
What your mom picks out. Khaki pants that don't reach past your ankles. Runners. Dress shirt. Neatly parted hair.
A lot of the time, sports jerseys with your number on it. Loose pants. Runners. Fancy watches. Sweaty hair. Logo-clad shirts with favorite sports team
Barely anything. Small shirts that show a lot of cleavage. Tight pants or mini skirts. Long hair. Clothing that catches the eye.
What you wore the day before, or what you found on your floor. Always a few sizes too big, but big enough to hide the bulge of weed in your pocket.
Whatever you want. Whether it be band tees, plain shirts, or ripped clothes. Sometimes old; retro. Never matching.
Black. Denim. Crazy hair. Ripped Clothes. Various Piercings. Crazy colored hair.
G Unit wear. Many shirts. Jerseys. Air force ones. Bling (ice). Diamond earrings. Do-rag and hat.
Black. Fishnet. More black.
6. It's Friday night, and you are doing what:
In your room, sitting in the dark, writing/reading dark stories. And listening to your new Marilyn Manson CD.
Out with your homies, free styling on the street corners, downtown.
Out creating chaos. Either moshing at a show, or out vandalizing the town.
With your friends, watching a movie or writing some songs for your band.
Out getting baked, with a little alcohol off to the side.
Playing carpenter. Out getting hammered, then looking forward to getting nailed.
Out with your buddies drinking away the night, looking to beat up some poor kid.
Inside, with your family watching a PG movie, or playing a board game. Then it's off to do homework.
Having a sleepover with your friends in your large house, doing each others make up and talking about how much money you've spend on your clothes.
At a skate park, ripping up the terrain with your buddies.
7. On your report card, under the 'comments' section. In large letters, what does it say?
Constantly distracted.
Has an insightful view into the English language.
Perfect student.
Very polite, and is a great role model for younger students.
Very confused as to what school is about.
Shares opinion when not needed, and needs to show up for class more often.
Needs to participate more.
A little disrespectful to classmates.
Constantly late.
Lacks attention, participation, and attendance.
8. Your birthday rolls around, how will you celebrate it?
With a few of your friends, watching movies and listening to music.
A trip to the largest skate park in the city.
A keg and a house party.
You don't do parties.
A night on the town, ripping up the clubs and the night scene.
A party while your parents are out of town, and the bedrooms free...
Invite almost the whole school--apart from the poor and weird--and ask for a lot of presents!
Your science club friends and your parents, and a birthday cake. Maybe visit a historic museum.
Go out to the nearest jeweler and buy yourself a new, expensive chain.
You don't do anything, cause you don't remember.
9. You are out walking the streets, downtown, when you find yourself in front of a tattoo shop. What do you do?
Shudder and quickly walk away, not making eye contact with anyone.
Go inside and check out the tattoos. You've always wanted a bat...
Smile and walk in, looking to get your nipple pierced.
Laugh and walk by, talking loudly about what freaks go into the shop.
Go in and greet the people, you already know them all.
Go in and think about getting your eyebrow or lip done.
Just stare at the crazy art work in the shop windows.
Run right by, trying to forget you ever walked by it.
Boast how they all dress like they woke up in a dumpster and walk by with your gangster walk.
Go in and see how many tattoos you can get for under 500 bucks. And maybe a piercing off to the side.
10. In math class, a pop quiz came up. The teacher says it's worth 15 of your term mark. How do you react?
Emotionless. You don't care.
Be cool. Cause you've got your secret gangster signs to communicate during tests with your dawgs.
Excited. You've already studied everything and more. You'll ace it.
You don't even notice. You're too busy being spaced out.
A little nervous. You sort of remember the teacher rambling on about something.
You know a bit. And if you fail, you fail. School's a waste of time.
Grinning from ear to ear. You've got that over-excited nerd sitting in front of you. You can see right over his shoulder.
Screwed. You spent too much time worrying about guys and your appearance to pay attention.
You don't care. You'll just scribble all over your page.
You studied a bit, and besides, daddy can help the teacher financially if you fail.
11. The final bell rings, and you're heading back to your locker. When you open it, what do you see?
Disturbing photos and your Marilyn Manson posters.
A lot of Mirrors, some rather suggestive pictures of yourself, and posters of sexy men.
Nearly naked girls and pictures of your favorite sports teams.
Concert posters that you ripped down from around town.
Sick skateboarding pictures; your idols.
A lot of mirrors, pictures of models, and a few attractive male stars.
Barely anything. You open your door and everything falls out. The hard part is closing it.
Nothing. Just your school books in perfect condition.
Crazy pictures, and a scent that smells vaguely like marijuana cologne.
Pictures of rappers, rapper-ettes, and nearly naked women. Not to mention a few raps scribbled down on paper.
12. Your views on PE (gym class):
It could do without the actual exercise. Looking good is all you need.
You don't even go to gym class. You're back behind the school getting baked. Again.
You're always sitting out with some injury--like a bloody nose.
You hate it. You barely go, and when you do, you stand there with your arms crossed looking bored.
You're on good terms with the teacher, and your dad is good friends with them. A's all the way.
It's be better if you didn't have to run, but skate.
You never go, because it's stupid.
It's the best, cause you're so good at it.
You can make your gym strip VERY appealing. Only, you hate it when the teacher tells you to go change.
You stand there in your black clothes, creeping out almost everyone in class.
