Remember high school angst? When nobody understood your incredibly deep thoughts and torrid emotions? I'm still like that. I also, throughout high school, was convinced I was hauntingly beautiful and no one had discovered it yet but me. But that ONE DAY, someone important at school would look at me and announce, "Good heavens, Miss Acromoto! June is beautiful!"
Yeah.
I have come up with the absolutely brilliant idea that we should experience high school together once again. I get to be the popular mean one! I called it!
Send me your most heartfelt poems, diary entries, photos from high school, and I will share them with the rest of the class, like that gum you'd better have brought enough of. Here's how:
Email me ([email protected]) with the title HIGH SCHOOL. Nothing else, just that title. So I can search it later, Honor Roll. Attach the photo or the angst-y poem, sad letter or terrible story, and the name you want me to use when I identify you. You can also tell me the year of said high school memory, if you want.
That's it! Do it by the end of this weekend, June 28, and I will present our torrid tales, you know, at some point. Let's begin by once again experiencing Faithful Reader Jan's high school poem, shall we?
