Constance started high school this September (in Quebec, high school = grades seven to ten). She was very anxious about starting, but it's been going well, to say the least. Just now, we are sitting at opposite ends of the dining table at our respective laptops, and had the following exchange:
H: "Uuuggh. Thank god for Friday."
C: "I'm not grateful for the weekend. I wish it was school."
Ah, the idealism of the young.
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