I alternately love and loathe teenagers. They are impressively immature and then at times, clever beyond compare.
Exhibit A: Concert Behavior
I was starting to get a little peevish when the house lights went down last night and neighboring viewers began to call out for their moms in the dark. Curse you, high school boys! Why must you laugh at your friends asininity and spill your contraband Skittles down the concrete stairs? You suck.
But then during a particularly heartfelt rock jam, several students whipped out cell phones rather than lighters in appreciation. The safest way to show approval. And my laugh-o-meter said "yes" with a silent fist pump.
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