My high school senior with her besties on the day they were encouraged to wear to school a sweatshirt from the college they’ll be going to next fall. Here was our conversation around a week ago, when she told me what she’d decided to do:
Me: Who will you be pulling for when we play for the ax?
Her: I can’t cheer against my own school.
Me: I hope you love your mom because we’re done.
Her: [Starts humming loudly the opening bars to “On Wisconsin.”]
Well, it’s a swing state, so her first presidential ballot will weigh more than her dad’s. Thanks, electoral college, for the piss-poor consolation.
Eric the Blue 
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