WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND TELLS YOU HE'S DOING HOMEWORK & YOUR INNARDS ERUPT INTO A MUSHROOM CLOUD OF ENVY

  1. I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss school.
    It was hard as mess and it stressed me out to no end but DAMN if I don't miss it like an absent limb. The routine and the goals and the timelines and the crying and that achingly-stiff-but-accomplished limp when at last you finish a paper.