Being a Prep

First off, I know what you’re thinking. A prep writing for the humor section? Oh my goodness! Emily, take it down a notch you maniac! Well: 1. Don’t you sass me.2. I am an Exonian. I will never take it down a notch! After all, you can’t spell "extreme" without all the letters that are in "Exeter." So as a fresh prep with a unsullied sense of humor, I will now begin my career as a contributor to the humor page. I know. I’m an animal. Roar.Deciding on a topic to write about can be particularly difficult, especially with all the chaos in the world today. After all, watching the news lately tends to make you want to say, "Oh momma, I need me some ramen." So I figure I’ll start with a lighter topic: being a prep.We may be short. We may be awkward around the hotsy-totsies on campus (I’m looking at you, football players and crew rowers.) We may not be great at Harkness discussions, we may give incredibly bad love advice (coming soon), and we may be terrified by all the grinding at Back in Black…BUT WE HAVE SPUNK.Lots and lots of spunk.We are bright eyed, happy-go-lucky ninth graders. We are really, REALLY pumped, maybe a little too pumped, to go to classes. And we just want to be friends with some older kids, to prove that we’re chill.Just give us a chance! We’re fun people! (Because we haven’t yet been crushed by the abyss that is winter term.) If you give us good directions and pretend that we’re not too excited about stuff, we will most likely become your friends.So next time you see a prep, smile and wave! I guarantee we will (probably, if we’re cool) wave back. Unless we run away, because, well, seniors are scary.