Strange but True
My eighth-grade English teacher was incredibly tough-but-fair, and I loved her dearly for it, except when it came to her estimation that good poetry was rhymed and metered. When she announced a citywide poetry contest that we would all be required to enter, I sardonically composed a deliberately awful piece of perfectly-metered saccharine in hopes that I could demonstrate my distaste for hard-and-fast rules when it came to art. Naturally, my poem won. The $25 prize felt like dirty money.
When I first moved to the city and was taking on whatever jobs I could to pay the rent, I got a temp gig selling Swiss Army luggage in Bloomingdale's. I gave away free knives to people for trying on a backpack. Obviously this was pre-9/11.
My 21-year-old cousin once spent an entire week wandering around the Montana State University campus dressed as a pirate. He says he didn't have to pay for a meal or a drink the entire time.
My hair has, at various points in my life, been blue, purple, green, pink, platinum blonde, and cherry red. Cherry red remains my favorite.
As a senior in college, I ran for class scribe, which entails compiling life updates from classmates for the alumnae magazine. I pledged, if elected, to get a large and conspicuous tattoo of our class mascot. Thankfully, I lost.
When my neighbor and her fiance broke up and he moved out, he forgot to have the address changed on his subscription to Playboy. Figuring they'd stop coming within a few months whenever the address change came through or the subscription ran out, my neighbor asked me if I wanted the new issues as they came in, since she wanted neither the magazine itself nor the reminder of her ex. That was three years ago. The magazine still arrives every month like clockwork.
Britney Spears and Kevin Federline attended my 18-year-old cousin's high school graduation.
When I was a junior in high school, right around the time of the 1996 primaries, I spent an evening in Manchester, New Hampshire, eating pizza in Pat Buchanan's campaign headquarters on his dime. This was a random result of a field trip for my high school's Practical Politics class, which I tagged along on despite not actually being enrolled in the class in question.
When I first moved to the city and was taking on whatever jobs I could to pay the rent, I got a temp gig selling Swiss Army luggage in Bloomingdale's. I gave away free knives to people for trying on a backpack. Obviously this was pre-9/11.
My 21-year-old cousin once spent an entire week wandering around the Montana State University campus dressed as a pirate. He says he didn't have to pay for a meal or a drink the entire time.
My hair has, at various points in my life, been blue, purple, green, pink, platinum blonde, and cherry red. Cherry red remains my favorite.
As a senior in college, I ran for class scribe, which entails compiling life updates from classmates for the alumnae magazine. I pledged, if elected, to get a large and conspicuous tattoo of our class mascot. Thankfully, I lost.
When my neighbor and her fiance broke up and he moved out, he forgot to have the address changed on his subscription to Playboy. Figuring they'd stop coming within a few months whenever the address change came through or the subscription ran out, my neighbor asked me if I wanted the new issues as they came in, since she wanted neither the magazine itself nor the reminder of her ex. That was three years ago. The magazine still arrives every month like clockwork.
Britney Spears and Kevin Federline attended my 18-year-old cousin's high school graduation.
When I was a junior in high school, right around the time of the 1996 primaries, I spent an evening in Manchester, New Hampshire, eating pizza in Pat Buchanan's campaign headquarters on his dime. This was a random result of a field trip for my high school's Practical Politics class, which I tagged along on despite not actually being enrolled in the class in question.
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post that poem!!
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