So I'm sitting in the coffee shop while the boys are in art class (many overly-proud posts of their artwork will undoubtedly be following later). And there's this group of men around one of the other tables, talking loudly, and I'm trying to eavesdrop because I've heard my alma mater mentioned twice, and it didn't sound very complimentary, and listen up, bubs, my school ROCKS, and we squirrels will bite your nuts, let me tell you, but it's hard to hear them because the music in the place is too loud. And I can't really say to the barista, "Hey, dude, can you turn down the tunes so I can rage at this old who doesn't know shit about my school?" Yes, we are the squirrels. Shut up. We're totally the best.