5 ways my '80s teenage self would have been seriously screwed today - gold name plate

I am a teenager in my 1980 s and for this I am grateful on many levels: Thank you for my music (
Reem, David Bowie, Thompson Twins, Duran, INXS, etc. )my movies (
Anything that John Hughes touched)
My Mall, my MTV, my shoulder guard and my gold "Lori" nameplate necklace tell everyone who I am.
And I appreciate what we don't get today ---modern-
This will put me in deeper trouble than usual.
I have to admit that I have not given my parents the easiest time.
I am good too, like a young manager, but I am not very good.
For example, I would sneak out the front door to meet my friends. . . loudly.
I was caught stealing from the store in the eighth grade, I was caught changing transcripts, and I was caught multiple fenders by my dad's car.
It's very simple. I'm terrible. . . at being bad.
With today's technology, I can't get away with any punishment. For example:1.
After 80 s, our SMS version is called "SMS delivery ".
"Girlfriends have been passing notes back and forth;
We passed notes with our boyfriend because Billy's parents were out of town, so notes about the Friday night party, "Will you come with me ? "? " (where? ! ? )
The color of Benetton perfume is very bright.
When they pass, those make my stomach knotted.
I'm done texting today.
My parents will know everything, from how Michelle went to base 3 with the returning King, to the big keg in the woods this weekend.
Due to my sloppy style and completely unable to cover my tracks, mom will put kibosh on that bucket completely. 2.
GPSAgain again with technology!
If I had a GPS in my car to keep track of my every move, I thought I would think it was a Knight-class, a bit creepy.
"You tell your parents that you are staying at my house for the night, and I will tell my parents that I am staying at your house for the night," or "we are going to Loki horror, see you at about 2: 30. m.
"When in reality, my friend and I hosted a group of boys from other places during spring break on the beach. 3.
Driver's License This is a random: in Tampa, Florida
After 80 s, we received driver education at school.
Retired high school wrestling coach teaches driver Ed.
I don't think coaches have any "coaches" in driving or education, but they taught the class.
Of course, they do like wrestling and like that I can talk to them about the Giants Andre, the "Big Man" Randy Savage and Hulk Hogan.
Unfortunately, this knowledge is not good for my driving skills.
As a repeat Orange "cone killer" that can't park in parallel, I'm two more miles away from passing the license exam.
After a long conversation that began with wrestling and ended with the "Wheel of Luck", the coach signed my note with the advice of a saint, "Don't tell anyone.
"I took it to the DMV that afternoon and got my driver's license. 4. Report cards.
I have a boyfriend who taught me how easy it is to turn "F" into "B" with two precise pen moves.
"D" can also be manipulated into less convincing "B ".
I love English and music drama classes, but I am not the best student and have any problems with math and science --related.
Oh, and a foreign language. . . not so good. Not a problem!
The transcript was mailed to the home.
At any other time of the year, I was not interested in the mail, but by the time of the transcript, I was like a spy on a secret mission ---
Action intercept transcript.
I am obsessed with receiving emails and asking what is in the email. Would you like to know if the email is coming? I missed it?
Today, parents can go online and pay close attention to their children's progress.
They can email the instructor to see exam results, homework assignments, and transcript results. Technology. 5. Hair.
Because there is no better style today than this: Thank you, Oran Mills.
My brother Mike and I are about 1988.
Although I have had quite a bit of trouble, I have reviewed my post-80 s growth with this love.
I am desperate to miss and thank the fact that today's technology does not exist, which has left me with permanent double restrictions for life and no phone or TV privileges.
I have to admit it. . .
I am a little grateful, I can check my son's transcript scores online when the time comes, and secretly check their text messages.
Thanks for the technology.
Lori's passion for post-80 music can be seen in post-80, her 5-year-
"Old Son" is the greatest ten years in music history.