May Amy – #24 – More graduation

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Dear Amy at 23,

We are in our last year at University and it is a rough one. Among our classes are some that we need for credits and don’t want to be at, and some that we need for credits and our professor is… interesting. For the ones we don’t really want to be at, Art History, the content isn’t the most interesting and our professor is snooze worthy. We have seen many a student fall asleep because people can’t listen without falling asleep.

Eventually we struggle to attend because of transportation and the early hours, but we still hand everything in on time. For one of our final papers the professor asks to talk to us and states that we plagiarized some of the citations because we are saying they said something when they didn’t. We cross-reference and double-check and point out all of the citations so that the professor can see where we are pulling these quotes from and she says that we are misunderstanding the text and therefore plagiarizing… it was weird. We even had another professor go over it and she said that she could see where both parties saw the different values in the references, but either way that wasn’t plagiarism.

The other class… well.. be prepared for due dates changing without a ton of notice. We’re talking less than 24 business hours. Regardless of what is best for everyone, we stick to our guns and hold to the original, agreed upon due date that is in the syllabus… and the professor flips out in class in front of everyone. Not just at us, but also the other two students who did the same. It’s almost like our mom yelling at us for saying “Oh My G–.” Unacceptable by any standards, let alone a university of this quality. Needless to say, almost all 12 students end up reporting the incident to various people and some even drop the class. We stick it out after talking to a few professors to let them in on the situation just in case it happens again.

It gets a little frustrating because the professor ends up changing key aspects of our final project multiple times which messes with our year-end deadline. Luckily enough we come up with something pretty solid and then the professor marks us down negatively for doing it. The whole thing is pretty stupid… but patience is key here… just breathe and then graduate! Another professor talks about self publishing with us, and another tells us that we need a good editor. Both good pieces of advice so take them – even criticism is good.

There is an awesome photo of us at grad that mom takes. It is a short-lived moment, but everyone seems to get along for once. Not that it really matters – if they don’t want to get along then so be it. Nothing we should worry about because we can’t change it. Same with the house and moving… again. The in-laws purchased a house across town and the landlord is looking for another family to move in rather than continuing to rent to Alex and us. So we find a place in… an interesting side of town… with a good friend and a new one who introduces us to a potential opportunity with a new company. And Jones comes with us!! We wouldn’t leave without him.

Things at Staples are getting a little dumb. We are tired of hard work being overlooked, for everyone not just us, and we are tired of the politics involved. People would be told that they’d be next in line for something, be trained to do the job, being doing the job, and then never actually given the position or the benefits or the pay or the hours. It’s all too much – so we leave and head to Shaw. We aren’t the only ones either. In fact, it’s a bit of a max exodus as they say — 5-8 people all quit within a month span to move out of the company, some without anything lined up. All of that aside, it feels good to try something new.

– A

 

May Amy – #23 – Engage!

Dear Amy at 22,

Another year of interesting things! We are now pacing ourselves well with university and everything seems to be going fairly well. The time has come for a new car, so we pick out two and ask our grandparents to grab one for us and we will send them the money — there are more cars out in the Lower Mainland. In the end we end up with something a little newer than what we wanted. It’s still around… took a lot though so have some patience over the next few years.

With all of our classes in order and projects underway there is a lot going on. Alex is also in post secondary and there isn’t a ton of time for us together which stresses things. There is also a bit of tension between our friends, so we start hanging out with people from school because we have a few things in common. Definitely different from the type of people that we have hung out in the past, so this too adds a bit stress to the situation.

Come March there is our own issue of emotional detachment, and another guy, and it causes issues. Regardless of what happens, Alex works everything out with us and we continue on our adventure together. We visit his family for Easter and then our car dies so he has to drive us around. Everything seems to be evening out so we decide to go on a new adventure together. East Coast Canada or Disneyland (Alex has never been), but it ends up that Disneyland is cheaper so on we go in June!

Whatever our suspicions, just go with everything. When we get dropped off at the airport, Alex’s dad asks why he was in the spare room that morning and his mom kicks him under the table. Our room is at the Park Vue Inn, right across from the Disneyland walk way, and it is amazing with its giant jacuzzi tub in the room! He tells us not to go through his bag twice for two completely different reasons, tells us not to wait for him at customs as they search his bag, has to go back to the hotel for a nap part way through our first day there, and then leaves us to talk to some woman. Weirdest day ever. Eventually we film the fireworks for his Dad or something… and then in front of the magical castle after the fireworks, he proposes. Seriously heart stopping and awkward, we say no a bunch of times because its awkward and then say of course.

We search all over for the engagement buttons, that were retired the year before, but we manage to find two at a hotel. We get free stitching on our hats and free drinks. It was amazing. Even the next day cast members were asking us if we were the Castle couple, and later in the week there was a different couple in Frontierland so that was cute to be asked which one we were.

After the excitement of the summer, we head to Leavenworth with his parents for Thanksgiving and Oktoberfest. The excitement just continues and we have an amazing time. The beer, the eats, and the atmosphere there are just amazing. Everyone is friendly and there are collectible pins, and Alex and I have our own room and things just feel like they are getting into place. Let the wedding planning begin!

-A

May Amy – #22 -Moving Mayhem

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Dear Amy at 21…

This is a weird year and there really isn’t anyway to talk about everything. After all of the funerals we are a bit of a shell version of ourself.

Harry Potter comes out after our birthday and we sew a set of Gryffindor robes which gives us a sense of stability with a deadline, but it just isn’t the same. We’re emotionally detached from everything, and that’s putting it lightly. Our other half is busy with work so we head home for Christmas alone instead of the two of us like we planned.

A lot of stuff happens, but to sum it up. Being emotional unstable and detached for the world led our relationship to sort of crumble. Alex seeks out a friendship and feels like he is emotionally cheating even though he never physically did anything and so we end up moving out and back to Quesnel. Our manager at Staples decides to put us off on a leave of absence rather than accepting our resignation, and our mother-in-law tells us that we can take Jones.

Jones is their cat who loves us a bit more. He recognizes the sound of car and waits for us by the door, he has mini meowing conversations, and cuddles with our head. We think about it, but there’s just no way. There is a bit more drama than I am outlining, but it is one of those things we can’t dwell on.

Back home there are two Chinese exchange students who are around at our place, and we get our payout for our car accident finally. We get back into WoW, eat nothing but spicy chicken cup of noodles for a month, and eventually start talking to Alex again. By end of February we are moved back into our grandparents house in the Okanagan and registered for university in the fall. We head back to work where Alex is surprised to see that we moved back and we work through our issues.

This is where we really start to find ourself and how comfortable we are with our emotions. It isn’t a bad thing to be emotional, but there are limitations and we need to learn to be more vocal about our feelings… something that we generally avoid; looking back on it, I think we didn’t open up to Alex a lot during the funerals because we expected him to abandon us the way that L did. We didn’t want to get left again so we kept it all in.

We get a new car with our settlement money and it speaks German when we turn it on… well the dash has scrolling German to let us know any issues. Probably one of the best cars we have ever had: Nimoy, a 1989 525i in a deep silver color. It has the odd rust and paint chips, but any car of that age would. It’s beautiful, so please cherish the small time we have with it. A man will offer us $4000 for it at a gas station, and we don’t take him up on the offer because we love it too much.

Our renewed focus and understanding leads to a stronger relationship with Alex, and then some other things as well. We go to a cabin, go canoeing, go fishing, dye our hair, and just have an amazing summer with Alex. We enter our photography in a Fall Fair and win a fair chunk of money, start University in the fall, and are reunited with the Jones cat. In October everything seems to happen at once again: we get food poisoning, our car gets destroyed, and then we get bronchitis for a few weeks.

The long and short of it is that the auto shop we took our car to for winterizing ends up totaling it. They called to let us know it was done and we could pick it up the next day, then we went to work, and they we got a call from a police officer telling us that it had been in an accident. The lady who was putting it back in the lot put it in drive instead of reverse and shot through the shop wall. They tried to claim that there was a malfunction with the car, but they had just been working on it – so it was technically still on them.

The shop tries to give us a loaner car… but it doesn’t have plates or full insurance, and there is the bonus wasp nest in the gas pump flap. If you can, get someone to speak for you – I still feel like we were a bit too nice, but we ended up with a decent settlement again… not that it was what we wanted.

This chain of events also leads us to miss about a month of school which takes a toll on our grades, but we make it through. Luckily the renewed vigor and strength we get from coming back from last year kind of holds us together. Nothing will ever be as bad as all those funerals, just keep that in mind. It all gets easier, and some of it gets better.

-A

May Amy -#21 – Loss

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Dear Amy at 20,

Congratulations, you officially have a degree! The year starts out the same, still at Staples, still in school, but by June we are fully moved in with Alex and we finish the school year with some alright photos. Everyone comes down and there are some good family shots too – but we get extremely sunburned.

The Vancouver Olympics are going on this year and we manage to get down there twice for them which is awesome. We are downtown for the different events, get to see the torch, and also get to experience the Hockey Gold and Closing Ceremonies! Some crazy videos of everyone in the Earls singing “Don’t Stop Believing.” The feeling of patriotism and love for our country and our athletes is just amazing.

The summer goes according to plan from what I can remember, and then September comes. First, Neighbor Bob passes away; a man we’ve known almost our entire life who lived next door to our grandparents. It’s heart breaking and we go with mom to his funeral. Then comes October and more death.

We get a text message from Kurtis saying he just heard about Kirsty and wanted to reach out. We are outside etching into slate and have no idea what he is talking about. Within minutes we have been on Facebook and contacted a handful of people on our phone, and we find out that there was an accident. If there was ever a moment of my heart fully stopping, it was probably when Sam asked us where we were and if we are sitting down. Kirsty’s daughter is already passed on, and she doesn’t look too much better. Everything happens so quickly and within a few more minutes we are being told that we are not allowed to drive there, that there is a bus, that we can meet somewhere. Then we are in Merritt, sitting together, a handful of us, staring at each other in disbelief that one of our closest friends is just gone. We text L because we know they were close and are unsure if anyone else can or will.

Back home the next day we find out that there was another car accident and another friend lost her niece. We go to that funeral since we are fairly close and was a nanny for their wedding. Soon after we go back to Merritt and then Kamloops for two funerals because the families have their own. Dominick thinks we look pretty and L looks like a superhero. It’s weird. We break down into tears at the funeral and a girl who is younger than us comforts us. We hear mixed stories about what happened, some say they swerve for a deer and others say the driver fell asleep. Its painful. The second funeral is the next day, we see lots of people we haven’t seen in awhile and all nod at each other in somber solidarity. Some of us still haven’t seen each other since then, but we definitely talk more than we once did.

After the now four funerals within a month span, we get home and hear on the news that a friend from middle school was in an accident – both her and her son pass away. We don’t go to the funeral. We’re shutting down. It’s too much, we start to fade, over think everything and anything, consider some things, read our last conversations with her, go over pictures. Its all too much, but hard to complain when we’re still here.

Our 20th year ends and I don’t even remember most of the final months except for Kirsty. How I could have been there more often, how I wish we talked more, how I wish we visited more often, how I wish that I could have done something – even though that’s impossible. People ask themselves these questions when one person in their lives passes away, let alone multiple. My advice to you is to not feel like any of these thoughts or questions are bad, and work through your grief in your own way. We start to write a book about loss. I’m almost happy to say that it isn’t finished because we find our way back to the light.

-A

May Amy – #20 – Voting

Dear Amy at 19,

The year starts off with a bang — not really. A few days before our birthday we find out that the cost of an eye exam goes up when you hit 19, so we go the day before our birthday and it turns out that we need glasses. We think its funny considering how often we would wear other people’s glasses to add an accessory.

Alex knows that we aren’t a huge fan of birthdays because they always go wrong, but he endeavors to make it better and sets up a 19th birthday party for us, which is a surprise that we pretty much ruined. He contacted a bunch of people from high school and the college, and they all showed up for the most part. We told him a week before the date that he should do throw together a few people and he looked at us oddly… which is how we figured out that he had already planned something. Everyone around the table… kind of… orders us a drink and then we open presents; Kurtis wrapped his gift in elastics, so there will be a bit of difficulty.

Our first year of college is underway and everything seems to be piecing together. We go on an amazing field trip to the observatory in Penticton and surprisingly almost no one goes – there are about four or five of us – including our lab partner for Astronomy; its important to note that finding a lab partner was one of our worst fears since we didn’t know anyone, but Kevin is awesome and super helpful for the math portions. As we start our second year, we think about the potential to continue on to a Bachelors after all and start to look into student loans. Contrary to what half of your family and Alex’s will say – this isn’t a bad thing. We are still paying off our student debt, but we learn a lot and make some interesting memories.

The best part about college is definitely our professors. From Creative Writing to English to Astronomy – all of the professors at the College are interesting characters themselves and are passionate about what they are teaching which is huge. Learning from someone who doesn’t want to be there is boring and we dropped most of those because we couldn’t stand it. Eventually we discover a website that lists good and bad professors… its accurate for the most part, but a lot of the posts are just biased from one encounter. You’re warned.

We start our first year as a Brownie leader in September and on our way to our first meeting we get in a car accident. A girl decides to turn left across traffic and later tells the police officers that she didn’t see our car. Paperclip, our second car, is totalled. The ambulance driver tries to tells us that we should be way more banged up than we are and it is probably thanks to our car that we can still walk. Our main concern is that we let the Brownie unit down, and Karen’s wedding is the weekend after; we still go, bruises and all, and make the most awkward maid of honor speech of all time. At least that is how it feels.

Since we are 19, we also get to vote for the first time. It’s an odd experience because we actually just go to confirm that everything is in place for us to vote and the lady let’s us know that this is actually our advance voting station so we can vote right there. We’ve voted for other things before, but never in a capacity like this so it is very exciting for us.

This is also the year that Alex graduates from High School. We wear Mama’s dress from when she was our age as a grad dress and look a little vintage. This is the last time this dress will fit us – for now – so enjoy it. We’ve been wearing it for years since it somehow ended up in the tickle trunk, and it finally fits us. It’s amazing and we still have it just case we manage to squeeze into it one day. Hold on and just be patient, everything turns out one way or another.

-A

 

May Amy – #19 – Changes

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Dear Amy at 18,

Right around now we start plotting ways to get out of here. The town is too small, our car is gone, we are back together with L but they aren’t going so well, and all things considered we just want to go back to school. A degree isn’t anything we are interested in, but we definitely want to get back out there and beef up our grammar and editing so that we can publish our first book. Its as ambitious as it is a take-charge-attitude and my best advice is hold onto that for as long as possible.

Come New Years we have handed in our notice, packed the few essentials (like our computer), filled everyone in, and are ready to go down to the Okanagan. Our boss doesn’t actually read our letter until the day before which makes for an odd exit… don’t worry about that either. We pause in Merritt for News Years with S which has become tradition and she decides to come with us. It doesn’t last long because we can’t find a place and there are other things on our minds, but it was a good effort.

The job hunt is also a bit rough and we start applying for almost anything. A great job pops up with Scholastic running book fairs and we apply; definitely a dream company to get an in with for someone who wants to write. We get a call back but the voice on the other end is hard to hear; there is a phone number, but we never get it right. Trust me when I say that we desperately dialed a lot of wrong numbers. Eventually we give in and go to Staples to ask if they will accept our transfer and they do after a quick interview.

Enter, Alex. We definitely thought that we were working with the other Alex, whom we had already met, but we also definitely caught this new Alex staring at our butt. An interesting friendship is born that involves Chinese food ordered to the store, telling L that there is no more us, bringing along another guy to our first “date,” and sharing sushi while guessing songs. There’s almost a first kiss on a bridge… but we are both indecisive losers. He offers to buy us coffee and gives us his bank card and pin number so that we can grab it for both of us while on our break – our heart stops because we have identical pin numbers, and the rest is for you to experience. And that is exactly what it is.

Two of our friends have babies, we attend both baby showers, go to the graduation ceremony for those who were in the year below us, finally pick up our year books, and see KM for the last time in person. That’s a worry for another year, but it’s too long.

We take Alex to Quesnel to meet the family, realize he fits in with our two year age gap perfectly. Apply to college, get accepted, start college, find out all of our classes equal a degree, and start mapping out our courses for something we never knew we wanted.

– A

 

May Amy – #18 – Graduation

Dear Amy at 17,

We made it, but this year is a bit taxing as well. To start off, our French class is going to Quebec but we are sick the week of fundraising. We come back to school and discuss doing our own fundraising, but we are told that instead of allowing us to do that they are replacing us with 11th graders. This means that most of our friends are going to be gone, and we are expected to sit in an empty classroom for this block for almost two weeks. Needless to say we dropped French after a few days. We also drop English 12 and opt to take it via distance because our teacher is a bit off her rocker.

Truth be told, we don’t experience much of her. We are sick for about a month and regardless of the homework we do to catch up she still attempts to fail us. Its worth noting that she has a tape line around her desk for boundary issues and an empty desk for her invisible friend. We’ll never know how much of that was played up because we bow out. It bodes well for us because we end up with 98% in English 12 thanks to an amazing teacher, Mr. Scheitel. He recognizes our discomfort of being at this other school, adapts and helps us persevere, and even stays in contact after we move so that we can get everything in for our high school diploma. If you can, thank him more often – he deserves it.

This is also the year that the principal decides to screw around our friend. That’s putting it lightly, but it ends up being such a big issue with the grads that for once we are all united. Odd feeling since we are all on different levels. Aside from confusing us all about whether or not we were graduating, what the heck the portfolio program was, if we even had to do it, and refusing to shake S’s hand for a picture, he also calls the cops on her for showing up to a commencement that she is a guest to. No reason for the police to get involved at all. Even if she wasn’t graduating, she was there as someone’s date and was quite peaceful until Mr. Stick-up-his-ass started getting huffy. Choice words were swapped that night.

This is one of the last times we will all be in one place and still getting along. We fight it for awhile, and a few of us are still friends, but not all glue holds. Different people choose different paths that are right for them and the past sometimes doesn’t tag along. Lives get busier, communication slows which can cause tensions, and eventually we are left with our appreciation for the memories.

We wear a wedding dress to grad and keep it hidden since we assume that we will marry L one day. Not going to happen – in fact we just aren’t good for each other at all, but you’ll experience the interesting end to that yourself. It doesn’t help that he ends up moving almost without us knowing, when we needed him the most no less, and all of that compounds into emotions… lots of them… which just makes it worse. Try not to dwell on it too much.

Another year, another move. Our Z is in his later years now and right before the move it ends up that he can’t walk anymore. We take him to the vet and try everything, but its just his time. The siblings are away and when they get back each of us takes one to talk to. Losing a fur-family member is always hard, but knowing that it is their time gets easier.

Then comes Q-town… it smells… like something weird. Our house is a decent size, but the WiFi sucks and it is is the middle of nowhere. Good news is that we have a car and eventually we have a job; which is nice because we don’t just have to shuttle the siblings to school now. Staples… is interesting for us – its the start of us slowly getting used to who we are and who we portray, finding our soul. It’s going to get even better.

-A

May Amy – #17 -Lessons

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Dear Amy at 16,

Out of all of the letters this may be the hardest to read and write. It isn’t easy mentally being us at this age. You will hear a lot of “it gets better,” and it does, but it is hard for us to see it. Our friendships are weird, our relationships are weird, we don’t have a strong understanding of life or why we are here, and everything seems to be a popularity contest.

Someone will toss around the term “Queen of the uglies,” but try not to take it to heart. People won’t want to be your friend, they may threaten to kill you, they may not like you the way that you like them, they may cheat on you – but we are stronger than that. You will hear a lot of “you must be bipolar,” or “you’re a headcase,” but we have a valuable ally with Mrs. Hand. She’s one of the counselors and  quite possibly one of our closest friends. It’s weird to think of that now, but we will go to her whenever: when it gets overwhelming, when things are weird at home, when we want to rearrange classes, when we need to complain about a teacher, or just spilling our emotions. She’ll tell you that you shouldn’t say some things or she’ll have to take action, but open your ears and heart to her. She’s quite possibly the reason we are still alive.

I’d tell you not to do it. That it won’t work. That its not worth the hours of getting sick, getting shots to stop you from throwing up since your stomach has been emptied thousands of times already, nurses talking about stomach pumping, or how much Mom blamed herself after she found out. That we never really wanted to succeed since we told Sean, who told L, who came and interrupted the last batch; I think we subconsciously hoped that one someone would. I’d tell you that its not the solution, and neither is the “scratching” that takes the place of our thoughts after the fact.

People will say or do things without thinking or caring about consequences, but its not our fault and we shouldn’t blame ourselves. We are strong enough to get through this and anything that comes our way – and if stumble there are people to help. There always are. I’m crying just writing this because I feel bad for you. We never feel this way again, I promise you that, and I am sorry that we ever felt this was the best case of action.

People today probably wouldn’t believe that we went through something like this – that’s how confident, quirky, and persevering we are. We are emotional, but for good reason. It keeps us in tune with those around us and makes us approachable and human. We are good at hiding our real emotions with other emotions, a mask if you will, but don’t be afraid to let someone in. When in doubt – Mrs. Hand. She retires eventually, as people do, but reach out when you need to.

It takes time, but we’re good at patience (especially the card game).

May Amy – #16 – Boyfriends

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Dear Amy at 15,

This is it – your first high school relationship. It’s an odd thought, but it really shouldn’t have been. There was this odd back and forth between us and this guy that we refer to as LG. Basically, he says that he would never get another person to ask someone out for him, then some dude asks us out for him, we don’t believe this random person, and then turns out he’s okay with it in either case. We talk it over with LG, but before we decide one way or another our youngest sister interrupts us and we throw a rock at her… which of course goes through the window and we’re grounded. Great.

Come December we’ve done our best to avoid the whole awkward situation and there’s someone else. It’s not 100% on our radar, but on the last day of school before winter break we get kissed. Super cool in our books. Then the same guy, L, asks us out over break and we return to school with a bunch of people asking if we are dating. It’s a weird concept for us, and it will be a bit awkward, but it works out – sort of. Lots of good and bad, some firsts, and some things best forgotten. Eventually we break up with him via an oragami folded note that is written in pink ink; we don’t even hand it to him, our friend hands it to his brother who hands it to him. Why do people start dating at such a young age… the drama in this note along is making me shake my head, let alone all the other stuff that goes on between us and L over the next handful of years.

I could warn you about everything, but we wouldn’t be who we are now without going through it all. It’s a lot for us to handle at times and it’s going to hit a peak next year that I don’t think I could talk myself out of. Everything is irrational and feels like the heat of the moment when we actually planned a fair bit of it. Try not to over think things. Broken hearts mend even when you think they won’t. It’s a book of clichés, these teenage years, but if you can survive them then you’re ten times better for it.

It’s worth noting that we try to date a few others this year. None of them seem to pan out and we keep going back to L or LG. I’d like to think that we were confused about what we wanted, but I think they both filled very different holes that we needed filled: safety and love. That’s not to say that we didn’t get that from our family, but we don’t really see it that way at the time. The focus is on the younger three and we really just want to be our own soul. Hard to figure out what that means when you are unsure of the real world.

As a side note – when everyone forgets your birthday, including L, and your birthday cake falls onto the floor and your shoes… try to be optimistic. We still don’t care for birthdays much, they always seem to carry a negative, but at least Meesh remembered and at least she tried to make it shine a bit.

One last piece of advice: keep writing in your journals. We will never see Ms. R or Mrs. G again, but their ideas of writing our thoughts down and keeping to the positive will go a long way. It’s helpful even if we think it’s redundant and monotonous. I still have all of those journals in my office and read them from time to time. we have an odd way of looking at things and its helpful to see how much we’ve changed thanks to what we’ve been through. It’s not all exciting, but its our history just the same.

– A

May Amy – #15 – High School

Dear Amy at 14,

What I remember most about our first few months of high school is that we were exceptionally out-of-place and out numbered by those who weren’t. When you  first walk into our high school there are a few directions that you can go, but if you opt to go straight there is a hallway that leads to the gym. On either side of the hallway are three benches and quite often these are filled with grade 12s who sit and stare and judge you until you feel like running off and crying. Its horrible. The first time we walk down that hallway we overhear something and we try to avoid that area of the school for the rest of our time there. Luckily there are other ways to get to the gym.

We will go to the office with Karen and try to get lockers together, and by some sort of fluke it happens. I think we offered to pick up trash or something of the sort in an attempt to earn the lockers – I still don’t know if that ever happened. One day Karen will come to school and try to throw her hoodie over her head. This launches an undergarment that had been lodged in her hoodie to jut out across the hallway. There aren’t too many people around, but it makes for a pretty funny scene for us at least.

It will be an odd year for us “boy” wise as well. As a group we start to hang out at the teen center across the street more and more, which introduces us to a lot of new people and some pretty good-looking guys. Eventually we catch some eyes and end up with a boyfriend, but he breaks up with us via email at the end of the summer by using “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” lyrics to explain why he needs to be single for his first year of high school. He was a year younger than us and wanted to enter the older school as a potential “player” or something like that. Don’t worry about it too much, break ups are dumb and there are other relationships too.

Karen and Mike start hanging out more so than they did at middle school, which means we start hanging out with them and whoever is around too. Her family is smart and wants to make sure she is safe, so she is allowed to hang out provided someone else is around too. Mike normally has his a friend that tags along too; Calvin was around for a bit at first, but Tyler was always around the most. I always assumed it was because his family was the same, but I don’t think he ever mentioned that. Works out for us because then we are less of a third wheel, and Afroman (as the joke was) was pretty decent company and is still a pretty good friend.

– A