THIS WAS HELLA FUN.
Let’s set the scene: Seattle, September 2007. I’m a sophomore in High School. It’s the days of American Apparel jumpsuits, puffy plaid vests with fur trims and the haircut. The word “indy” is flying around like a bat out of hell. I’m brimming with 16-year-old angst, inseparable from my bff Brianna, stealing my parents’ car at night, sneaking smokes during passing period, you know the kid. Such a little nightmare. I hated school, but I look back on my time in high school with the kind manic pixie dreamgirl nostalgia.
The beginning of September always has me longing for the thousands. Cool for School: The Part of High School You Actually Miss.