We are the CITs so piteous
The kids are brats, the food is hideous
We’re gonna smoke and drink and fool around
(We’re nookie-bound)
We’re Northstar CITs
Most every kid at my Junior High School was a cool kid. They all went to amazing parties, drank only the finest wine coolers, and had high-class skincare professionals who took care of their runaway acne, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. Admittedly, I could only suppose all of these “facts”, as I was decidedly one of the least-cool kids in my school.