Today is my birthday. A good a time as any to take a trip down memory lane.
Since today I turn 27, I decided to see what my answers were at 17 and 7.
Yes, I was the radio station manager at my high school. That was a fun job. We’d most just hang out after-hours (my personal show was on Thursday nights from 8 to 10. A little pot smoking, a little rule-breaking, a lot of pure silliness.
Actually, the same could be said of the school paper. We editors would hang out and pull all-nighters at the school to make deadline. People seem to think the nerdy kids are the “good” ones in high school. So very not true, but our reputation with parents was pretty stellar. That’s why were considered smart. We knew how to get away with getting in trouble.
When I was seventeen I published a poem in a little NYC zine called Blind Man’s Rainbow. Obviously, I was quite proud of that.
Haven’t seen or heard from Courtenay in years, though she’s married and lives in Colorado. I do see Tommy from time to time. Unfortunately, neither one looks like those brilliant kids in the drawing.