Quarantine Chronicles: The Plight of Older Gen-Z

I was born in the summer of 1996, which makes me 23 years old, an olympic baby, and a part of one of the most hated generations in America. I’m one of the oldest of what we call Generation Z; the entitled, ADHD children that everyone loves to rail against. Us older Gen-Z’ers are notContinue reading “Quarantine Chronicles: The Plight of Older Gen-Z”