I work with teenagers. It keeps me young. Sometimes. I get to go to summer camp, play games and admit it when I listen to popular music and watch cheesy movies, claiming that it's job research. My life revolves around a school calendar, and I actually include Facebook as a skill on my resume.
However, I was reminded this morning, while looking on Facebook at some pictures of an 8th-grade girl and her friends, that I am old. When teenagers dress like you did as a middle schooler and call it a costume, you know that you don't need to wear skinny jeans. And I'm thankful for that.
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Hee hee. That's very funny.
I volunteered at a middle school Halloween party this weekend, and a group of students were "90s Girls." They asked me what it was like to live in the 90s. Just like today, but without texting and cell phones and fewer cable channels.
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