Evil spirits invade your room at night and sprinkle zits on your face. Fierce blasts of hormones race through your body. Advertisers constantly bombard you with images of sex, and then you are instructed that sex can kill you. You can't borrow the car tonight. Perhaps you make it to college.
College is angst-ridden.
Pass these courses or abandon hope of getting a good job. You have to watch your political correctness every minute, and you still can't get a date. On weekends you feel compelled to drink vast amounts of beer, which you don't enjoy all that much, and then barf it up, which you enjoy even less. And then the basketball team doesn't make it to the NCAA tournament. The real life of adulthood must be better.