Sophomore Year: You get it (kind of).
High school – you know not to buy a hall and/or elevator pass. Don’t sit at that table at lunch, all the weirdos sit over there. Don’t take that teacher, she gives too much homework. Don’t mess with the baseball guys, they’re like a precursor to frats. Don’t hit on that girl – she knows she’s hot and she’s dating the QB.
College – you know not to buy books brand new. Don’t sit at that table between classes, unless you want to get pigeonholed as a stoner. Don’t take that professor, she actually checks attendance. Don’t mess with the frat bros, they’re like a precursor to middle management. Don’t hit on that girl – she knows she’s hot and she’s dating the Greek Council President.
Real life – you know not to buy premium health care. Don’t sit at that table during break, that’s where all the shitty salespeople sit. Don’t work with that person, if shit hits the fan, she’ll blame you. Don’t mess with middle management, they’re like a precursor to executive management. Don’t hit on that girl – she knows she’s hot and she’s dating the CFO.