I have a new post up on my other blog:
Now that I’ve made the John Hughes “Breakfast Club” analogy, I guess I can now refer to my old High School gang as the Brat Pack. We did work hard to earn the title.
I think it is safe to say, that we had a lot of attitude– especially by our senior year. We had all been accepted at the schools of our choice and, frankly, we were hell on wheels. We could smell freedom in the air and just had to get through the formalities of graduating from High School.
We were a teacher’s nightmare.
Lost in the 21st Century 