sharing an umbrella with someone seems cute but in practice it is 100% horrible and you both end up getting angry and wet

Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie - Clueless (1995)

Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.

Oh my God, where are all the men?!

Who would’ve thought I’d end my McKinley days right where I started? Back on top. I got into the school of my dreams, and we won Nationals. Plus, I’m feeling stronger every day. Everyone else is so emotional, but I don’t feel that way. I guess I’ve cried enough tears for three graduations. Or maybe it’s just hard to feel weepy when I look at my friends. They’ve grown into such incredible people. Nothing’s gonna stop any of them.