Oh, high school.
Can I just tell you guys how thrilled I am to no longer be a part of that institution? It’s a fact that I have heartily enjoyed over the past few years of college, but most especially during the month of August. Back-to-school season is so much more fun from the sidelines, away from the traffic and tax-free weekends. There’s the stores packed with hormonal adolescents spending hours deciding which backpack is the coolest or if they should even use a backpack because that might be too kiddy or if the pink Barbie one is ironically cute or just lame. There are beleaguered parents following at a distance, speculating at how and why pencils suddenly became expensive. There’s always that Spanish class that required six different colors of highlighters for the parts of speech, all of which have already been snatched up by the world’s seemingly quadrupled population of children under the age of ten. And at the end of it all, you’re rewarded with another year of high school.
