Do you want to know what one of the worst parts of going to school for me is?
It’s not the classes full of kids who are young enough to be mine.
It’s not the bewildering maze of buildings.
It’s not the early hours or the homework or the issues with a professor.
The very worst thing is that there is no parking. Which means that I must get on a bus, twice a day, with a slew of funky-ass kids.
All of whom have that pheremonal1 stank.
Now, please excuse me. I must run off to school.
1 – Like a monkey-house but less pleasant. Also, often with unbelievable amounts of cologne or body spray on top of it. “Eye-watering” is an understatement.