That was the protest after I dragged J. to her old middle school last week, where I was covering a story for PLU. Lots of lutes at that school, and I decided it would make a perfect scene (alum mag) centerpiece.
But the thought of seeing middle schoolers, or the horror, being thought of as a middle schooler was almost too much. Scheduling didn't allow for it tho, and I wasn't going to drop her off at HS at 6:30 am. So she comes with me.
I think she did like seeing her old teachers again tho-even though I think she pretented not to care.
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