High School Me v. Grown Up Me: 7 Years After Dropping Out

High School. Those two words instill a sense of dread in me. Just hearing them conjures up images of bland classrooms, ugly khaki skirts, and teachers who almost seemed like they took the job just because they wanted to ruin the lives of teenagers. With the exception of my art teacher, Mrs.Lampman. Lately, I’ve been … More High School Me v. Grown Up Me: 7 Years After Dropping Out