Would you survive our school :/

Surviving your school? Bro, that sounds like entering a live-action soap opera set in a pressure cooker. The drama hits harder than board exam stress—friendships break over stolen pens, romances bloom during group projects, and someone’s always crying in the washroom (sometimes it’s the teacher). The faculty? A mix of Bollywood villains and motivational speakers—one gives surprise tests like jump scares, the other quotes Shakespeare during math class. And the academic burden? It’s like carrying Mount Everest in your backpack while dodging flying chalk and emotional damage. You don’t study subjects—you survive them. Every day is a new episode: betrayal in biology, chaos in chemistry, and existential dread in economics. If I were to survive your school, I’d need plot armor, divine intervention, and a tiffin box full of samosas. But hey, if vibes count as grades, I might just pass. RIPbruh, but spiritually thriving. 📚💀🎭

Did I survive your school? That’s the real question, isn’t it? Let’s break it down: Am I still mentally intact after the emotional rollercoaster of hallway drama and cafeteria conspiracies? Did I make it through the math teacher’s existential crisis mid-lecture without questioning my own existence? Can I still spell “photosynthesis” after the biology teacher turned it into a metaphor for teenage angst? Did I dodge the academic avalanche of surprise tests, group projects with ghost partners, and last-minute syllabus changes? Did I manage to keep my sanity while navigating friendships that shift faster than Wi-Fi signals? And most importantly—did I find the secret to surviving without losing my soul in the process? If I’m still standing, still thinking, still able to laugh at the madness... maybe I did survive. Or maybe I’ve just adapted. So tell me—what’s the next level of chaos? I’m ready. Or am I? 😵💫📚🔥