Pop Quiz, the Subject: Your Life.

Remember in school when they said "we're preparing you for real life" and we all thought they were simply just trying to get us to shut up for nine minutes so they could look over our terrible test scores. Well they were, but that didn't make it any less true.

As I fill out applications for new employment... which is about as much fun as fighting flaming ninjas, I've come to realize that certain schooling actually does pertain to real life. For example; the pop quiz. Suddenly, you need to know things you haven't thought about for years, like the phone number of that store you worked at when you were 17, or the name of your ever changing supervisor at the museum, the one who liked you.

Add in the names of three people you worked with who you could count on to not pull the "he was drunk, all the time" fun that your friends would. Then find three friends who seem respectable, all the while remembering when they leapt off of opposing sides of a rocky river to try and high-five in mid air... yep, we'll just put down mom.

Some of the other fun things that come in to play:
Dealing with people you hate, but have to pretend to like. (Teachers, jocks, bosses)
Getting up on a Saturday, after working all week, to do chores.
Homework, you thought you were done.
Realizing that while -you- found this to be a hilarious representation of a tragic event that brings a lighter feeling to the mood, it's actually a tad insensitive.
Realizing that lying is better than saying "Your opinion was founded on your own ignorance."
"I'm sorry" literally means "I didn't mean to get caught/in trouble."
Riding the bus sucked.
Owning a car was cool until you arrive at a gas station/mechanic shop/red light/construction zone.*
People who annoy you but tell the boss he's great will go further, and lord it over you.

There's other things, but I've lost my point at this... well point.

*Living in New Hampshire, construction is part of our lives.

Seasons in NH: Winter, still Winter, Road Construction, and Pre-winter.