Our only remaining English class is proving to be an enormous disappointment. Today’s class, for instance, would have been much more fun if, instead of writing essays, horrid little boring ones about plays with gaping plot holes, we had written angsty teen poetry. And then we could all make fun of it. But did we follow this suggestion? Nooo ( Read more... )

Yesterday abowlofpetunias and I came to the conclusion that we were distinct failures as teenagers. "What can we do about it?" we thought. "We're a disgrace to teenage girls all over the country! This cannot continue ( Read more... )