Everyone’s on the dance floor like:

And I’m over here like:

What I expect a dance party to be like:

What it’s really like:

Two minutes later:

Expectation:

Reality:

How everyone else dances:

How I dance:

Raising your hand:

Calls on someone else: 

Calls on you for the next question:

“You should have done the homework!”

BITCH, I DID DO THE HOMEWORK. I JUST DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION.

First you’re like:

And then you just get a little annoyed because it interrupted your life:

But then you think about someone being in the house:

So you go grab a knife:

But that’s not good enough, so you take out the whole sha-bang:

And you start creeping around the house like:

When you realize it was nothing, you realize you wasted half an hour over nothing: