This exchange was overheard at the beginning of class today. In order to capture the adolescent in its natural habitat, I posed as a "teacher," which is something the adolescent views as a cross between a human and a house plant. The conversation is transcribed virtually word for word.
Young woman: Hi.
Young man: Hi.
YW: How was your weekend?
YM: Mmmm…okay.
…
YW: Mine was pretty good.
YM: Oh. Good.
YW: Hey! Did you get a haircut?
YM: No.
YW: Oh. I thought you did.
YM: No.
YW: Because your head looks…rounder today.
YM: Rounder?
YW: It looks good round.
YM: My head looks rounder??
YW: In a good way!
YM: Oh…thanks.
YW: You’re welcome.
Geez. Why don’t they just get a room??
But seriously, don't you just adore young love? (However, I think a course in flirting may be in order or human life on this planet may come to an end.)
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Ah, high school. I still remember when I was a junior and I went to a movie with one of my friends. When we came out of the movie, there was a piece of notebook paper under my windshield that had "You will die at the stroke of midnight. Ha ha, I said stroke." on it.
It totally creeped me out...and not because of the masturbatory sense of it as much as because someone had threatened to kill me.
Of course I found out 2 days later it was one of my friends.
When the nose...er, guy I had my eye on in high school did a 720-degree spin in a snow-covered alley in his Toyota van (on purpose), I must have known somehow it was the beginning of the end...
I'll omit mentioning the note I still have from H.S. listing the 400 people/places/things I hearted.
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