I love her, I love the ugly mustard yellow bricks of Thomas Jefferson and the magenta-tinted halls. I love Ridgeview for being small and boring, and I love everyone and everything in it. I love my life. I want my life.
This amused me, since my 16 year old attends a school with yellow tiles on the wall, but my 21 year old had such a negative reaction to the yellow bricks in 8th grade that she decided to attend a different high school for the atmosphere, and she had to audition for the performing arts program to get the variance.
