It was never cool and will never be cool. Your mom dropping you off at a kegger isn’t cool. On top of that, your sophomore year’s social experience largely hinges upon whether or not someone in that new clique of yours has a driver’s license, thus allowing you to get to parties and the like without the assistance of your parents and/or public transportation. 11. 10th Gradeīy the time tenth grade rolls around, you’ve likely established what clique you’ll be running with for the rest of high school, for better or worse. Now let me in so I can spend the “book money” my mom gave me on tequila shots. You’re legal now and here’s an actual picture of me with my real birthday and eye color to prove it. No more finding out what color marker the bar is using so you can mark your own hand and sneak in the bar.
No more fake ID’s from the hometown guy who kinda looks like you but only because he’s the same race. However, it’s four spots higher than its high school counterpart because this is the year that most college students turn 21. Both are essentially the “buckle-down” year. Your junior year of college is the same as your junior year of high school. Limited freedom is essentially the game in fourth grade, as you have some, but not enough for it to mean all that much. Your mom still has a say in what you wear but you have just enough freedom to wear your favorite jersey twice a week should you choose. You’ve only got two more years left at the school and while you’ve got some peons below you, you’re still not the king of the school so you still don’t matter. 4th GradeĤth grade is the 7th grade of elementary school. Oh, and an AIDS test, better get one of those too. The sophomore year of college is when you are faced with the daunting reality that is realizing you actually came to college for a reason other than drinking 30 beers a night at house parties and hooking up with sloppy chicks looking to get threesomes “out of their system?” It’s a tough business and you better start doing some extracurriculars and internships to make up for the 2.4 GPA you racked up your freshman year if, at some point down the road, you want to squeeze a job out of that $80K education. But Social Studies? Division? Third grade is when the shit gets real, kid. If I had a dollar for every time an authority figure told me that “your junior year of high school is the most important year of your life!”, I would have enough to buy my own used Honda Civic, instead of needing to borrow my older brother’s when I’m looking to ride around town smoking weed and listening to Jadakiss.Īlso, lol at Junior Prom, Senior Prom’s ugly cousin. In 11th grade, there are the SATs, Driver’s tests, College applications, possibly getting recruited for sports, and of course, RESPONSIBILITY. 7th grade: a whole bunch of L’s built-in from start to finish. To top it off, you’re at the height of your adolescent awkward phase where your voice ranges from Tweety Bird sucking in helium to Barry White doing a Shaft impression, Oh, and your face looks like the “Before” picture in a Proactiv commercial.
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I mean, please, give me one scenario at any point in my life where I’ll need to know how to build a bridge out of toothpicks. You have to take weird classes like Home Ec and Tech Ed that couldn’t be less relevant for 12 and 13-year-olds. 17. 7th Gradeĭoes it get any more insignificant than 7th grade? The novelty of the I’m-not-an-elementary-schooler-anymore feeling has completely worn off and you still get shit on by 8th graders. senior year of college) ranked, from worst to first. That’s an incredibly inaccurate statement by all measures, so I quickly corrected her, saying that “high school and elementary school were better.”Īnd with you now brought up to speed, here are grades Kindergarten through 16 (i.e. “Ah, okay,” she said, before adding, “Middle school was the best.” “At least that’s what they told me in middle school.” “Mountain Dew supposedly lowers a dude’s sperm count,” I said. This friend, we’ll call her “Liz” was sipping on a Mountain Dew, prompting me to say that she must not care about her sperm count. I was recently sitting around, chatting with a friend.
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