Dear Bingham High School, I love you, but holy cow, I’m glad I’m graduating.

I don’t know how many of us actually thought that we’d make it to this point. I thought that I’d have quit by this point.

If you’re reading this, chances are you’ve forgotten, betrayed, or otherwise abandoned the basics of normal face-to-face interaction. At this point, you’ve given human interaction a try and after a few too many publicly humiliating experiences you’ve found yourself in social Siberia. Don’t worry, there’s hope for you yet.