You have likely already noticed we blog members select a topic and we each do a bit of a write up on it. Of course you noticed this; you’re an observant lot. And maybe you even wondered how we select the topics. After much deliberation, discussion, meditation, and chocolate, we arrived at a method of selection: we take turns. I tell you this not to expose the wizard behind the curtain -- we all know by now that the magic resides within ourselves, right? -- but to help you appreciate the truth and perhaps desperation in the following statement: This friends-who-are-boys topic was not my idea. Not even remotely. At no point did I think “Oh! I was going to suggest that!”
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So I have no real-life experience dealing with high school boys. even now, in my supposed adulthood, I stop at the local bagel store in the morning, the store that’s overrun by high school students, and I see those boys… and I’m mystified. Surely they can’t be unfathomable creatures? I know the men they turn into and they’re not very complex. Men, I find, are rather simple things and I take comfort in that knowledge. So high school guys can’t be a whole lot different, right? They appear to be just somewhat larger versions of their sloppy smelly middle school selves, only not quite so smelly and often with clean hair (the sloppy seems never to end). They appear loud and boisterous and prone to profanity. And they all seem to think they are the epitome of cool… and the girls all seem to ignore them as if they’re not quite finished becoming human…
Please help! High school may have prepared me for appreciating Shakespeare, but there are some serious gaps in my education. thank you!