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…
- 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.