Giving hope to us kids in non-broken homes that, if our parents should get a divorce, we could one day be forced to live with popular hot guys.
Anyway, I absolutely expected high school to be like this. I was Brenda, and my Dylan was out there somewhere. Except he was not. And I was too afraid to get bangs after my traumatizing bangs/bob hairstyle in the 3rd grade. So high school ended up being more like "My So-Called Life" except I never found my school's boiler room so I just joined newspaper instead. Oh my gosh I was ANDREA.
Am I missing any?