What is it with teenagers these days? You see the news reports on the telly of successful young folk receiving their exam results, and they celebrate by squealing and screaming and jumping around and hugging their friends. What drugs are they on?
Don't get me wrong, I'm really chuffed for all of them. They've worked hard for their results, and good luck to them.
What's all the screaming about though? When I got my GCSE results, we were just handed a thin strip of paper with the list of results on and told "there they are, bye then" and that was it. Go home and find a summer job. When I got my A-Level results, we were taken, one at a time, into a private room where a tutor would tell us our results and then, those of us who had applied for university places, were told which universities had accepted us and which had rejected us. (I still can't believe I chose Hull over Durham though!) There was no screaming, no hugging the tutor or our mates, it was a business-like affair followed by a swift half in the pub before going back to our summer jobs.
I really can't be doing with all of this childish demonstrative celebration and it worries me that these highly-strung teenagers are the future of this country.
Or maybe I'm just a boring old bastard with nothing better to do than sit here and whinge.