I used to enjoy dropping my kids off at school because the route took me past the gym and PE field, reminding me that, whatever kinds of exercises I might do, I would never have to take PE again.

In the time, it wasn’t necessarily the most fun. But in retrospect, I was filled with hope and hormones and didn’t have random aches and pains. My jobs were fulfilling (at the time and context) and I had no real problems.

Now I’m a grown up with jobs and bills and responsibilities and aches and pains. I can’t just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling listening to angst musics anymore.

I have a sore throat right now...

I don’t know. I just tried to think about and appreciate not having a sore throat, but actively thinking about how my body feels in general as a baseline just made me realize that I’m not feeling that great ever.

I enjoyed my time there. Life after was much crueler to me.

Smartphones filming all the time on class, oh fuck no

I went to boarding school in upstate New York. I rather enjoyed it. especially the part where I could sneak off campus and take a train into the city to go clubbing on the weekends.

Sure, there was still a lot of the typical high school bullshit, but the dynamic is different when there are fewer than 200 students, and you live with all of them and your teachers.

Around 15 years ago I graduated and literally every single day since has been an improvement.

So say we all