High school boys as coworkers: The entire experience summed up in one conversation

SCENE: Saturday night, 9 p.m. at the city ice arena. Sitting in the office area with Andrew, Matt and Adam, all seniors at Marshall High School. Me--sitting off in a corner reading a book. It's a slow night.

Matt: "You should have another party like the one you threw last summer, that was sweet."

Adam: "Yeah, but there were a lot of OTD that showed up. That wasn't cool."

Matt: "What's OTD?"

Andrew: "Out of town dudes."

Matt: "Oh, yeah. Yeah you should have another party though."

Andrew: "Yeah, 'cause there was lots of OTP too."

All: laughter

END SCENE

STAY TUNED

Blog-watchers: Please stay tuned for later this week, when we'll be visiting:

• The transition from winter to spring without so much as a single nod to the tradition of leg and pit shaving. I have better things to do.
• Some shameless flirting with a freshman in first-year sex seminar, still up in the air: I may or may not call him out on having a really horrible hairstyle but also better earrings than I have ever owned.
• The dramatic conclusion of whether or not I should actively pursue the impossibly lanky bespectacled boy who came to approximately one English club meeting and wrote a poem about watching people and disliking them. Height: twice mine. Weight: half mine.
• MORE DRINKING. Mix drink and beer suggestions will be taken to heart.

Love,

Kathryn