See, I work with teens, and this has the unusual effect of making me both old before my time and perpetually young. Thirty five is an inconceivable age to your average 12 year old, so yes, I'm old. However, part of being good at what I do is trying to understand and appreciate youth culture. So, today I spent 45 minutes reading Failblog and Auto Complete Me while listening to bands from the Warped Tour. At work.
So, 35 was really just a number. But, being 20 years away from 15 did make me think about my teen years.
Like most people I know, I do not look back on high school fondly. I was the fat girl. The one with no friends. The weirdo with a target on her back; resented by teachers for being a smart ass and disliked by peers for being smart. But I survived high school, got to college and realized that "the best years of my life" were yet to come. I learned that being a mouthy little bitch wasn't a bad thing, but I needed to pick my battles. 