I think a guy in my class was taken over by a mind eater from space or something.
It's a requirement that every religion class in my high school goes on a day long retreat at least once per semester. You get bused off to some rotted out cabin off in the woods, covered in bird shit and God knows what else. Where some part time Bible thumper tells you 'Jesus loves you', and everyone pretends to do group work made for third graders. I mean I’ve got nothing against washable markers, and there’s something nostalgic about oversized lined paper.. But it doesn’t exactly make the dilapidated flooring easier to ignore. So it’