Why I hated Friday nights
Lucky for Mr. Barham, his story had a happy ending. They all don’t, though, which brings me to share the tale of my Friday nights in high school.
I started out my high school experience with the naïve, fresh-faced optimism that defined my pre-high school years. Little did I know at that time how quickly I’d descend into “adolescent angst,” as my mom so accurately described it.