 One was a high school. One was at a university. The high school kids were far more mature. The boys in the school shook my hand, looked me in the eye, gave me a firm handshake. When they shook my hand, they were very confident, and they were all homeschooled. The university, look, boys with limp, wet hands, just barely shake. I tried to squeeze one of them until I heard some bones popping in his hand.