Yesterday was the long-awaited premier of “Gossip Girl,” the dramaliscious show that became a long-standing success just after one season of being broadcasted. As an individual who has only seen several episodes as re-runs, the season premier has truly made me become an addict.

First, my enjoyment of this show will probably make me appear quite vain and superficial, as I am completely enamored by the beautiful clothing and accessories used. Per example, my favorite accessory was the patent bright blue Chanel bag that Serena had while strolling in the Hamptons. My second favorite pieces were dresses worn by Serena and Blair during the white party-absolutely stunning!

Secondly, I have to be completely honest; these 16-year old heiresses have truly opened up my eyes to what a “True” high school experience apparently is. I believe I must give a bit of background this particular viewpoint. First, it is important to note that I am a prep school child. I have been in the world of uniforms and knee socks since the tender age of 10. I attended “Harker Academy” later known as “The Harker School” from 5^th grade to 12^th grade. Even more important, I technically never attended junior high or high school. The correct term given to such institutions where uniforms thrive and parents compete on who has the more expensive car is “middle school” and “upper school.”

The most drama that ever encapsulated our lives revolved around the diminishing length of girls’ jumpers and skirts. Drugs, promiscuity; this was only common among a few select individuals. Jealousy never ensued around who was stealing whose boyfriend; instead, individuals worried if they were going to win the latest math competition or what their score on the SAT was. And of course, like all of my peers, my days were filled with calculus problems, softball practice, and wondering which blazer to wear with my trousers. Yes, an extremely mundane existence in comparison to the lives of these prince and princesses of New York City.

Therefore, this show has shown me what life was like for…everyone else. In other words, the college drama that has followed many of us for the last 4 years apparently thrived in a high school setting as well! In many ways, I am glad I by-passed it; g-d knows how much therapy I would have needed and how many psychiatrists I would have had on speed-dial. (Yet on the reversal, maybe I would have had a much more interesting college essay…)