My least favorite year of school was 7th grade. There’s something about that preteen age that’s simply unbearable; both as a first-hand experience and as anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the awkward, sweaty crosshairs of mental craziness that trickles down from your dumb brain and spews out the word-hole situated in the head region of the garbage pit of puberty and pestilence you call a body.

There also seems to be a loss of innocence that takes place around this time. Erratic hormones obviously play a part, but one supplemental theory I’ve reached is that 7th grade serves as the first substantial stop where students begin to learn, by trial and error, the ways in which to interact with other humans. (By the way, if you’re reading this and you happen to have a kid who currently attends middle school, I guarantee that they are a total dickhead. They can’t help it, because hormones and stuff. But yeah, total chode material. Truth).

With the students practicing prime douche-canoe behavior, it seems pretty self-explanatory that the staff and faculty at each middle school must feel added pressure to be on their best behavior; to be shining examples of goodwill and maturity that the students can look to as the few positive role models they encounter while on school grounds. Wouldn’t you? Imagine my surprise then, when I stumbled across a story (published by Foodbeast) wherein a few lunch ladies in Massachusetts decided to teach students a little lesson about the importance of managing their debt. Students who owed money on prepaid lunch cards (no matter how paltry the sum), were handed their lunches only to have the aforementioned lunches snatched back and thrown in the trash (apparently the lunch ladies in Massachusetts idolize the Soup Nazi). I guess they thought it was important to teach them that humiliation can come when you least expect it—from both the smelly, overweight kid in the Tap Out shirt AND the adults who are in charge of your health, safety, and general well-being while you’re at school. The lunch ladies are (last time I checked) still employed after apologizing for the incident.

Switching gears now, if you’re a fan of comic series Y The Last Man or Ex Machina, and you’re not reading Brian K. Vaughan’s series Saga, you should be. Vaughan’s long-awaited return to comics does not disappoint, woven into a space adventure, fantasy tapestry, heavy with his trademark of richly developed characters and engaging storylines. Unfortunately, if you enjoy reading comics on an Apple device and you’d like to read Saga, you’re shit-out-of-luck. Because of two “postage-stamp-sized” images of gay sex, Apple is banning issue #12 from being sold through any i0S apps. You can read Vaughan’s full response to their knee-jerk censorship on Image’s Tumblr account. Here’s hoping that the public backlash following Apple’s refusal to distribute the series—traditionally rich with nudity and violence (which has never been a problem)—will restore access to the issue.

Zooey Mae has been working as a writer monkey for Synthesis Weekly since 2007. Her favorite things include (but are not limited to), Jeffrey Brown, bubble wrap, Craig Thompson, pillow forts, receiving handwritten letters, and whiskey. She spends her free time stockpiling supplies for the impending robot Apocalypse and avoiding eye contact with strangers.