Whenever I get slightly nostalgic for high school, it’s more because there was safety in knowing it was fleeting and temporary and insignificant and knowing where I stood… most of the time.

Not that college is the be-all end-all experience of your lifetime… but it certainly matters more than four years of OMGHORMONESFORTHEFIRSTTIME and monotonous worksheets and AP questions with five correct answers and you have to choose the “best” one and 8 minutes between classes and chaperoned lunches and hall passes and school buses.