h.a.g.s.
H. A. G. S. is like a 4th grader’s dream. It’s what Emily and Sarah scream at the top of their lungs in yearbooks.
Emily: H. A. G. S., it’s the best thing ever!
Sarah: H. A. G. S., I’m gonna be famous for this.
Fourth grader: H. A. G. S., I don’t even know what that means.