ericderekson: weaver-z: weaver-z: hufflepuff-oddity: weaver-z: POV: It’s 2004, the school day is almost over, and it’s raining. You’re daydreaming and staring out the window during Debate Class while a prep and a stoner have a spirited argument at the front.  I literally zoned out That’s the vibe we’re going for baby! Shout out to the bad bitches who powered through the zone-out-inducing white noise and listened to the insane conversation going on in the background I zoned out but then I vaguely heard “There’s no communists in Antarctica” and my brain immediately logged the FUCK back on