Speaking of high schoool... This video? Influenced probably 80% of my fashion choices for the years 1985 and 1986:

Proof that one never really... really... gets beyond immature high school cliques:

School has started up again here in Austin, and my drive to work takes me past a local high school in the early morning. The last few mornings, the field beside the school was crowded with tuba-toting kids in shorts and t-shirts, drummers wandering along the fenceline, and the general pandemonium of high school band practice. I glance at them as I zip past, smiling at cute little high school kids and their shiny brass instruments.

And then the asshole in me? The one that never grew up and hasn't yet had any coffee? Calls them a name inside my head. And if your high school asshole is still around? You know exactly what name that is.

I feel bad about it, for like 30 seconds... until I realize that I have one of the geekiest jobs in the world and if they knew what it was, they'd call me a nerd and look down on me. And also they'd think I'm an old lady.

Whippersnappers.