Good-Bye, Mr. Chips

This has the same sort of tear jerking inevitability a Pixar movie does. Great, quick read.

An all too-short, or mayhap perfectly paced, journey through an ordinary life in a time now lost to us. Its age - published in 1934 - gives it a dated charm as it refers the “90s” while referring to the 1890s. But its social commentary on change, on how generations both leave each other behind while journeying forward together, remains as relevant as ever.

After this English class I'm taking is over, I think I'm just gonna stick with YA contemporaries.

aka this was stupid. I didn't care.