the ones of you who were good pupils with high grades and very good behavior will not get this.
For all the others it goes like this:
Life is a perpetual high school. You get grades, you get teachers and objects that you like or you hate.
You choose to play sports or not.
Every girl envies your dress, your hair, your boyfriend. Or at least you’d like that.
You have a crush for that guy, you are friends with that girl, you want to be invited to that party or to play with those kids. The cool kids. You want to be popular.
You skip some classes, you cheat on that test.
But the best thing in being an adult? Your parents never ever ever ever get a phone call from the headmaster to rat you!
You clean up your own messes! They never get to be involved.
You don’t twitch every time the phone rings. There’s no note they have to sign.
“No TV for you tonight” has completely no relevance!
Now, for the rest, it’s up to you. Make your life a dream or a nightmare. Your call.
Oh! And no curfew too!
