13 Reasons Why (I chose suicide)
13 Reasons Why (I chose suicide) should be the title of the new Netflix series. I watched the series (binge watched, as a matter of fact) because the fourteen-year-old in the house told me that he watched it. I wanted to see the show, and after I did, I read the book. It was a very realistic rendition of how high school can be for girls; I know that some of my teen angst was played out on the screen. Issues with girl friends, boy friends, BOYFRIENDs, teachers, parents, parties, etcetera, etcetera. I mean, how have my experiences differed from Hannah's? Social Media (and yes, I know it's in caps) is the biggest difference. We've all embarrassed ourselves. The elastic broke on my underpants in the 10th grade at band practice. I was at a private school, so my uniform skirt did nothing to keep my underwear in place. Straight down to the floor they went. In front of a boy that I liked. Yeah. Thankfully, he laughed, I laughed, and was able to go to the restroom
