Sometimes I wonder where people are now. Like random kids from middle school, the ones I barely spoke to. I bet they're all doing something interesting in their own right. I wonder if any of them think about me or wonder what I'm doing.
Like this guy, Achillus or something. Actually I think it had a q in it. I have no idea what it is now. But, anyway, the point is he used to chase me around the playground-- or rather the cement area with benches and portables-- and he would also always write me these notes. Notes were so big in middle school. There were even intricate folding techniques that had to be mastered to compose a truly good note. Maybe he still writes notes. Maybe he still chases girls.
I hope not though because at this age that last one might just be considered assault.
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My friend Graham tried to ask a waitress out by folding a note into an origami penguin and leaving it next to the tip.
ReplyDeleteHe didn't know how to fold origami penguins, though, and I did. So the game was to have me fold it but conceal it from the waitress, who was hovering around more than a waitress really should and would probably think I was the one leaving the note if she caught on.
After fifteen minutes' folding, though, a really nice black guy cleaned off the table and the note.
He never called Graham, though.