Not that it matters a lot, but isn't this pretentious: > Every spring, around 20 new kids don graduation caps, celebrate their nascent adulthood with a class p

Not that it matters a lot, but isn't this pretentious: > Every spring, around 20 new kids don graduation caps, celebrate their nascent adulthood with a class party in a rye field, and return to the farm the next day to plant corn or milk holsteins. It's like milking holsteins and planting corn is inferior to complaining about it. As if the author is the only one smart enough to complain.