There’s Your Sign, Pt. 1

I’m taking a leaf out of Jeff Foxworthy’s metaphorical book and providing some comic relief.

You know you’ve encountered the Lost Generation when…

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  You hear police sirens and the kid in front of you jumps and says “Shit! I hope they  haven’t found my stash!”

  Your high school has more expelled students than graduating students.

  You hear “That’s what she said” ten times in just as many minutes.

  The kid walking by you is tired because he’s coming off a hangover and a bedtime of an hour before.

  You see two guys shake hands in the hallway at school.  (That is not a handshake kids.)

  The only thing people want to know about you is “Do you have a cigarette?”

  Getting kicked out of the house at 17 for drug use is the norm.

  A pregnant girl responds to the question of her age like the following: “I’m 17, not that it’s any of your business; and yes, I know who the father is–do you think I’m a ho?

  Someone thinks attending church will save them from hell.

  A student skips class for their ninth Fall Out Boy concert, comes back and says, “Well, isn’t it excused?”

  The person walking in front of you stops to talk and won’t “move out the way.”

  You are called “Shawty” and “Sweet Thang.”

  You see blown up condoms in the auditorium.

  Someone asks what kind of government the United States operates under.  (It is debatable.)

I have definitely encountered all of these, so that’s why they put it there. 

And there’s your sign.