Me at 15… Ugggh….Gives me the heebeejeebies just writing that down. If you were like me, school held a grim reminder of what you lacked….good looks, money, decent fashion sense, any sense, really….but mostly coolness.
However, having been to my 25th high school reunion, plus running into old schoolmates from grade school to college, I’m happy to report, with heroic confidence, that:
I AM STILL NOT COOL!
And it fucking rules.
Now “Back To School” means that I get to help my nieces get ready for D-Day; Day one of their new grade. This week we shopped, I gave them sage, grownup advice,
teaching them manners, how to swear without swearing, (BULLSHARK! FORKING EYESORE!) I showed them how to head butt a grown man, then we baked pies. All
the while laughing at them because…. they have to go back to school.
Schadenfreude aside, in solidarity with the better and brighter young people everywhere, I think we should all endeavor to learn something new….besides “twerking” and why it seems to make people madder at Miley Cyrus than they are at Bashar Al-Assad (that one is way lost on me).This year I’m volunteering in a barn to learn about caring for horses, I learned new songs in German and Farsi for Pink Martini, (GORGEOUS, by the way) PLUS I learned what