Running through the halls of my high school
While researching this post at The Editor's Log, I dragged out my 1968 high school yearbook from Edison High School in Tulsa. I was 15, and we were moving to North Carolina a month later.
That's a humbling experience. Aside from the bad hair, bad fashion and bad photography, there are those intensely personal, yet oddly superficial notes inside that my classmates wrote.
Samples, complete with the original grammar and spelling:
The lewd:
Twins are bad
Triplets are worst
Sleep alone
Saftey first
Roger
Thankfully, I have no memory of Roger.
The inane insult:
John, you are rather dense but this doesn't affect your obnoxious attitude.
Bob
His last name is there but it's a scribble.
And the missed opportunity:
John, what am I going to do next year with you gone? I cannot bear to think that you will out of my life forever. You have been my secret lover since 6th grade at Patrick Henry! Love you, Jeanne.
Now she tells me.
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