I just got a mailing from my high school. Ok, who ratted me out?

Wilmington Friends apparently cannot keep its website active. What's the matter, folks -- are you too busy forcing hapless students to participate in competitive sport to maintain your site? For shame.

Side note: On vacation, Laura mentioned that she thinks I hold grudges. She used my antipathy towards Friends are evidence. Let me clarify -- it was a great education. The teachers, for the most part, were fabulous. There were people there who really cared about me and kept me sane and who I owe everything to. I made some incredible friends there. I have no idea what would have happened to me if I'd gone to another school, because at least there it wasn't the kiss of death to be smart. I would definitely consider sending my hypothetical kids there, because I do think I got a better education than I would have at most other schools in the area

Unfortunately, I came at the worst possible time -- nothing in this world is more soul-destroying than a tight-knit group of 13-year-old girls bent on your annihilation -- and into one of the more divisive classes. And I still think the competitive sports requirement was inspired by Satan just to cause me pain. And there's no way in hell I'm going to be giving money to that school when they're spending it on sports centers instead of paying their teachers decently. And a blue kangaroo is a stupid mascot. And the Quakers is ridiculous name for a football team. And I've been consigned to hearing oat jokes for the rest of my life, or explaining that no, the Shakers were the ones who swore off sex and made the furniture, not the Quakers, it's different, really. And maybe I don't want to share my feelings in a meeting. And consensus is a crappy way to run a newspaper. And what made jeans sooooo hideous that we weren't allowed to wear them? And volleyball people, volleyball, ohh, the horror, the horror....

So yeah, I have no idea what Laura is talking about.