Cramming, internet-savvy flashcards and adorably ironic pencil cases.
You know how every (bordering-on-condescending) adult always tells you how high school years are some of the best of your life; ones in which you have no real concerns (apart from having to navigate yourself in a sea of pressure and test dates whilst trying to find yourself and get an education), to which you think: this is as good as it gets? Not a chance.
The Gapped Year 