Says the caddy high school girl to the ‘normal’ main character in the surprisingly hilarious, Clueless-meets-Desperate Housewives, ABC sitcom:
“You know what’s going to be painful? When my mother remarries your father and I’m your new sister and dad likes me best. And then we send you away to an all-girls boarding school where you find true love and on visiting day I come up and steal your new girlfriend. The following Spring we marry in a civil ceremony which you are forced to cater, and everyone hates your catering. And you get a bad review on Yelp, which pretty much sinks your organic lesbian catering venture.” ~Suburgatory
Ahh, high school.
School’s starting again, and as long as I’ve been away from No.2 pencils, protractors and loose leaf paper, I am confronted with it anew.
Not as the annual, “here comes Fall, break out the plaid, blazers and pleated skirts” homage to The Preppy Handbook.
Of course I say that, and encourage all things plaid & pleated in the crisp months, but it turns out that high school isn’t so distant upon learning that my downtown hi-rise is also serving as…a. dorm.
I took the influx of young people carting luggage and Rubbermaid under-the-bed-sweater-boxes to mean that college kids were bunking up 4-to-a-studio amid us more seasoned residents, but no. My doorman building will now house international (let me say it again) high school) students from around the world.
Oh, by the way: I’m not sure if I be annoyed, or volunteer as a tutor?
Let’s be Honest: Am I taking pause because, as a woman in her early 30s, I think living amid high-schoolers is sort of bizarre, or is it that as a 33-year-old, I could technically have a high school-aged child? Talk about bizarre…
Accessorize: with pleats!