ah, grammar, and the horrors of high school

walking down the streets of berkeley i passed a sign advertising "clairvoyant classes."
hmmm... don't you mean "clairvoyance classes"? or better yet, "classes in clairvoyance". psychics, apparently, can't intuit grammar.

i also walk past berkeley high almost every day to get to the ymca (i'm too cheap to park in the nearby lot or take a metered spot so i park for free in the 'hoods, which means a three or four block walk). but it means i have to move through hoards of hormone-crazed teens hanging out in front of their campus or accumulating in the park across the streets. i am amazed anyone, myself included, makes it through high school. i am at once charmed by the cute idiosyncrasies teens develop and think are cool (that belt you always wore, those boots you thought were just so you and original) and horrified by how advanced these kids seem to be. i cringe now to think about all the affectations i surely must have had at that age. and sadly, even at my age, that visceral, forever-scarred part of me whimpers under the assessing eyes of The Popular and The Hip, and thinks, i'm cool too! see my jeans? er wait, no, maybe my teeshirt? no no, not that either...

And then i remember that right, i'm beyond all that now. phew!