International BFF's

Hey, all my lovely students! So I received some complaints that you don't have enough time to complete your homework? How can that be?  I only assigned a little bit.  Why haven't you completed it?  What do you mean you've been busy with other classes?  That's ridiculous, nobody could have assigned that much. ... Hey adults, welcome back to the ongoing saga of me being necessarily angry about various things teenagers have to deal with (and how we can all work together to fix the problem).  For the first time in Dear Adults history, I'm doing a two parter, so if you're not up to date, be sure to read part one before continuing on.  You're going to need it, because today I am taking my saltiness to a level that would make Lot's wife jealous and talking about high school. If the last post was tl;dr, I walked you through your new life: struggling through the convoluted subjects that high school teaches!  But remember, classes are only half t...

Hey y'all Dear Adults?  Back to a blog near you.  Today’s subject?  High school.  Intro?  Done. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Some content is exaggerated or hyperbolic for humorous purposes. To whom it won't concern: high school.  Adults love to talk about high school.  They love to romanticize it, actually, as you can see by the literal hundreds of novels and movies set in high schools so fictional that there aren't teenagers having a stress-related breakdown in the hallways and all those confusing, hormonal teenagers (played by adults in their mid-twenties, of course) are placed in lovely clique boxes so the general audience can understand them better. I talked last week in my post "Rage Poem" that what I say doesn't make a true difference in the world (it’s not as emo as it sounds).  If not making a difference and being ignored sounds fun to you though, please...