Oh, high school, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love your demanding, unreasonably early hours.
I love your treacherous, compelling dramas of betrayal of friends.
I love your trivial, silly romances.
I love your strict, adamant rules that no one pays much attention to.
I love your frustrating, crack-of-dawn bus rides.
I love your tiresome, tedious extracurricular activities.
I love your effortless, tedious algebra homework.
I love your looming, menacing pop vocab quizzes.
I love your mysterious, unidentifiable cafeteria food.
I love your crazy, spirited Friday night football games in the fall.
I love your rusty, chipping lockers.
I love your mocking, humbling bad hair days.
I love your diminutive, minuscule library whose books I have already read.
I love your amusing, entertaining science experiments gone wrong.
I love your fleeting, ephemeral fads and trends.
Oh, high school...