Every single one of us is so unique and that's awesome. Why fit in when you can stand out?
CharacterSenior Year, by Stephanie ConwayIt doesn't matter who has the most friends or likes or followers. If you just have one or two great friends who will support you.
Popularity, Social MediaSenior Year, by Stephanie ConwayDon't waste your time telling the people who love you the most that they don't count. They are the only ones that count.
Senior Year, by Jim ConwayThe perfect life online means nothing when you're miserable in real life.
Social MediaSenior Year, by Bri BalboThis may come as a shock to you, but for most kids, high school sucks.
High SchoolSenior Year, by Martha ReiserI'm just still adjusting. I just found out there were eight more Fast and Furious movies.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwaySteph: "I'm doing a makeup tutorial."
Seth: "For who? Batman villains?"
Well, I should get back to enriching young minds. Just kidding, I'm covering a drama class.
Senior Year, by Seth NovacelikBasically, you get followers by being somebody everybody likes. So it's a popularity contest, but instead of just high school it's now the whole world.
High School, Social MediaSenior Year, by Stephanie ConwayNo, that's not how life works. There's only, like, three ways to become popular: To be a cheerleader, to work at Abercrombie, or to let guys go in the back door.
High School, CheerleadersSenior Year, by Stephanie ConwayI got to get back to class. I don't wanna be 20 years and 10 minutes late.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwaySteph: "Everybody's seen that? I look retarded in those videos!"
Martha: "Now, Steph, you cannot say the R-word anymore."
Steph: "What? Really? Why?"
Martha: "Because it's offensive to people with intellectual disabilities."
Steph: "But what if something really is, like, "R-word", what do you call it? Like, super gay?"
I really look forward to putting the past behind us. You know, move past the past.
Senior Year, by Tiffany BlanchetteWithout her, we'd fall apart. Whereas without you, Tiff, we'd have less stains on our uniform from catching your spray-tanned ass.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwayI'm probably gonna be losing my bottom half virginity to Blaine. So I'll be, like, in and out. So will Blaine, literally. You know what I mean?
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwayOh, I need that sock back. It's Blaine's. We use it for handies.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwaySteph: "What makes you think you're gonna win?"
Tiffany: "'Cause I'm MTV, and you're VH1. I'm the real deal, and you're a poser."
I'm on a diet of only bananas and ice cubes 'til prom.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwayI can't have video record of me partying. The media's gonna use it to try and discredit me when I run for office, like they did with AOC.
Senior Year, by Janet SinghI just wanted to be like them so bad. If they were this amazin in high school, imagine how perfect the rest of their lives would be.
High SchoolSenior Year, by Stephanie ConwayCute that in Australia you call it a party, 'cause in America, we call that a freak show.
Senior Year, by Tiffany BlanchetteI felt like the kids I wanted to be. You know, the ones who seem immune to that awkward teen phase. The ones whose bones have Jenga'd themselves into a hot frame. The only bumps on their skin are abs, and their natural scent is perfect, like CK One perfect. The populars.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwayGuys, what kind of psycho world is this where the cheerleaders don't get invited to a party?
CheerleadersSenior Year, by Stephanie ConwayWhen I moved to the US, I knew fitting in was gonna be hard. I just didn't know how bloody hard it was going to be.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwayIf you don't like what I'm saying, don't write in the comments because I will not read it and will not even care.
Senior Year, by Stephanie ConwayYou survived 20 years without solid food. You can go for a weekend without your iPhone, hon.
Senior Year, by Jim Conway