May 1, 2018
Busy-Brownies-At-Play (1916) | written by Isobel Davidson and Catherine T. Bryce | illustrated by Margaret Ely Webb and Ada Budell
They used to have a party just because it’s May and I think we gotta bring that back guys
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Busy-Brownies-At-Play (1916) | written by Isobel Davidson and Catherine T. Bryce | illustrated by Margaret Ely Webb and Ada Budell
They used to have a party just because it’s May and I think we gotta bring that back guys
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I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THIS. *Warning: if you never attended Mount de Chantal, or at least know someone who did, this post will NOT make ANY sense to you.*
I will never stop being mad about this. I will go to my grave being bitter as fuck about this. Mark my words, with my dying breath, I will curse everyone responsible for bringing about this rage.
I NEVER GOT A MAY PARTY. There are days where I want to hunt down all of the people who would have been my underlings and demand that they all give me and the rest of my class the May Party we fucking deserved. Do you have any idea how many times my class drove ourselves batshit for the sake of throwing a nice May Party, and the only thing that helped us survive was saying to ourselves "Don't worry; our day will come."? IT JUST ISN'T FAIR.
One of the worst things about this scenario is the fact that every so often, I will hear a song that we once used for a May Party, and I will become SO upset that I will hate that song and it will become the bane of my existence.
I never got a fucking May Party.
I never got to chillax on the Senior Porch or in the Senior Lounge with my besties.
I never got the satisfaction of entering a room and having all of the lowly peasants stand up out of respect.
I never got the inflated ego that those things brought.
AND I WILL ALWAYS BE PISSED OFF ABOUT IT.