There are a handful of high-school archetypes I can fondly look back on, but all in all, I'm glad we left them behind with our gym lockers and AP classes. Jocks used to bring your self-esteem down? Entirely avoidable! Our school has conveniently moved them to a remote location where they are hardly ever heard from.
Mean girls had you eating lunch in a bathroom stall? Not to worry! PanHellenic recruitment is getting them out of your hair for a while (and after that, just steer clear of 1020). But the most ubiquitous of these characters—the most in-your-face and obnoxious of them all—is sitting right next to you, elbowing you in Philosophy. It goes by the name of the class clown.
