they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

do: ignore the hrs spent underground + 20 july 2005 = stickers,

W 57th St & 6th Av

I see Jason E. (smart, short, sandy-haired, sixth grade acquaintance) walk by and he turns around three times. I am on my phone talking wedding plans (all my weekends have been turned into metro-north-bound-for-CT-pre-wedding-events-for-older-sister weekends) with my sister. He is about to circle back. But doesn't. He still has glasses. I haven't seen him since...?

These are the things you recall about old classmates with assigned seats next to yours for the years K-6:

1. he was worse than me at kick-ball
2. he gave me a "do you like me, yes or no?" notecard which I never replied to. (but instead affixed to a page in my diary with yellow stickers shaped like daggers.)
3. it was rumored that he had a CLOSET FULL of porn videos. that his DAD BOUGHT FOR HIM. (we were in 6th grade!)

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