I might not have the vocab memorized, but I can sing all of the songs from the “Lizzie McGuire” movie from memory, so… I will not have “guilty pleasure” media. There is nothing wrong with loving “Legally Blonde” and/or Kafka.
At least I’m not that one kid that walks into class five minutes after break ended with a coffee from High Five Pie.
I can come home to Starbucks. The woman behind the counter will not judge me for my science grade. She will only judge me for asking for a light Frappuccino with extra coffee. I’m kind of sorry, Brenda.
I will go to college and have a future even if I don’t get a good grade in a project where part of the grade is dressing up like an insane power-hungry crackpot from before Italy was unified.