Recently, I went to East High to talk to an AVID class about what I do for a living.
Being a class full of teenagers, none of them were particularly interested when I, a middle-aged guy with a “get off my lawn” beard and “I don’t like haircuts” style got up on the little stage-like platform in Mrs. Martin’s class.
Such is the way of teenagers, no matter the generation.
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