High school
That place where you spend four years hoping that you get by. Where about 90% of everything you hear from anyone (including teachers) is the most bogus misinformed crap. Either you go to parties, get drunk and have lots of sex or you don't.

You could be a nerd, an emo punk, a druggo, a preppy cool kid, a gossip monger or that guy everyone loves and hates at the same time. Your ultimate aim is to get into Princeton or Harvard or Cornell or whatever (dream on).

Listen to good music, take lots of power naps, try to get out of town as much as possible, watch Seinfeld and take advantage of life's small offerings and you'll be A-OK.

Also, study for 25 hours a day and do all your fucking homework if you don't wanna be a miserable faliure.
Dad: ah, I remember my senior year of high school in 1988. I had a girlfriend and always snuck out at night. Then I made it into Yale.

Son: sounds lit, dad. I'm glad you had so much fun.