The life of a tall person: it might look glamorous and awesome, like a chocolate chip cookie, but when you actually try it out you can taste a lot of those gross raisins.

Mornings have a lot of unanticipated complications. Most people really enjoy showers, but then again most people are midgets.

It doesn’t really have the same soothing effect when you’re taller than the shower head. Putting on clothes is equally frustrating. Some mornings I wake up and find I outgrew half my clothes while I was sleeping.

Another raisin in my cookie of life is the dwarfish desks at this school of munchkins. I’m starting to think that when this school was built back in the sixties people over six feet tall hadn’t migrated to America yet.

The chair-desk combinations that I spent freshman year sitting in are basically bear traps in disguise. One of these days the fire department is going to have to use the jaws of life to get out of those horrible contraptions.

Going to and from classrooms during Saxon time these days is nearly as difficult as crossing the North Korean border.

While all the short people sneak by the administrators “under the radar” I’m stumbling through the halls trying not to bang my head on the radar.

All in all being tall isn’t really incredible. Okay I guess it’s pretty nice. To be honest it’s freaking awesome. It must suck to be short. But remember, just because I’m living deliciously doesn’t mean my life is raisin free.