It burns, doesn't it?

Every time one of your state school friends tells another story about the crazy bars they got kicked out of or the insane nightclubs open till 3 a.m., you feel that unmistakable burning sensation: envy mixed with shame.

Because you know that at your school, the hottest cultural beacon is the local scrapbooking supply store.

Well, at least it never gets broken up by the cops.