A Day in the Life of a Teenager in 2003, as Imagined by The CW’s “One Tree Hill”
12:00 P.M.: School, I guess? Who knows.
12:00 P.M.: School, I guess? Who knows.
The boss is really hounding me for that report on the differences between prokaryotic and eukaryotic cells.
The high school cafeteria comes into surreal focus.... Excellent! Loved high school!
And, so, I looked over my notes from your lesson and I figured it out. Boom. Just like that. Did it. Done. I proofread it, named it, kissed it, and then my dog ate it.
Our competitors have all sucked up extremely hard to get here, but only one unctuous little twerp will advance to the county-level semifinal.
I still don’t even really know what an em dash is. Or care to know for that matter.
For me, a fresh excel sheet offers endless promise. A blank deck is the root of inspiration.
After running out of per diem, your child will unwisely accept financial help from their Russian pen pal.
I took an “I Voted” sticker and slapped it on. The anti-participation trophy faction in the stands booed this profusely.
When learning how to read an analog clock. He raised his hand and guessed the time was “beer thirty.” It was 11:18 AM.
A few alternative ideas for how to return to your youthful self and satisfy the urge to get back behind the desk.
You’re always baking anyway, what's one more batch of brownies? What about 12 extra batches?