Dear High School:
Please take me back.
I realize now that I may have wasted 1460 glorious days of reckless abandon and glorious obliviousness hiding behind a wall of shyness. Trying to fit in is tough! If you do, I promise to:
a) never three-way call a girl and get her to talk shit about the other girl listening in
b) do mushrooms at every pit party so I have funnier drug memories to draw on than barfing up T-3's and Mike's Hard Lemonade
c) pay attention in class instead of imagining stepping off the bus each morning to find J.G. + J.R. 4 EVER graffiteed ten feet tall on the outside of the school, declaring J.G.'s undeniable devotion to your truly. The daydream usually ended in us either making out against the goalpost on the soccer field or in a study carrel at the back of the library, depending on what after-school activities I had later that day.
Signed,
J.R.
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