Alisha
I think I met Alisha in second or third grade. I know that we were friends by fourth grade, because there was a lot of rain in fourth grade. Flood of '93, you know. At least, I think it was '93. Anyway, it's irrelevant, except for the fact that there were a lot of inside recesses because of the rain, and Alicia and I would sit in the back of the room and draw ballerinas or funny pictures of Paul M, who no one really liked anyway. I feel sorry for him now, but he's probably slimmed down some and is a really hot dark skinned guy. It would serve me right. Anyway, Alisha and I always make each other laugh, but we're not in a lot of classes anymore and that makes me sad.

Amanda
I've known Amanda since at least fourth grade, perhaps longer. In fourth grade I sat behind her in LAP (when we switched classes for English, Reading, and Handwriting, I think) and we passed notes while Miss Brown read to us from Cricket in Times Square. Then in Science freshman year she kept laughing at me because of my stupid Science questions. The time that our class was talking about sattelites and the teacher said, "Well, we take off toward the sun, catch that orbit, and then are shot, like a slingshot, into outer space." My question was, "Well after we catch the sun's orbit, why don't we just get more momentum by swinging around Jupiter? I mean, isn't Jupiter lots bigger than the sun?" For real, I said that. Everyone laughed and I was corrected. Another time, Amanda called me 'the most beautiful tree.' I thanked her. She's a lovely gal and I hear she likes to bowl. Her brother is a turd, as she said once. But he's got a nice responsible phone-voice.

Andrew
Andrew and I started our relationship by being in OWL together. That's the gifted program that our school featured. It was a great program. Our first year, there was Andrew, me, and Jeff (who moved away in fourth grade.) We were in second grade, and our project was called Puppy Power (I think it was either Andrew's or my idea for the title.) It was an automatic dog walker that we made out of Capsela. It was really cool. We hooked a little stuffed dog up, and it worked smashingly. Recently, I learned that Andrew is Catholic. I never considered him to be religious, but he proved me wrong by being in a wonderful Christian band. I really never know what to expect from him. In geometry, Andrew, Will, Christina, and I were all study buddies. Boy was that fun. Sometimes I wonder if he's crazy. But then I say no, and wonder why I'm talking to myself.

Ashley
I met Ashley in fifth grade. She was prepared, because I wore sucky shoes.. blah blah blah.. story has happy ending. Ashley always makes me laugh and then sometimes compliments my laugh by telling me that I laugh like a two-year-old and that it is "cute." Aw, shucks. [Blush.] In Civics in eighth grade, we'd always talk and only Ashley would get in trouble. She has a lot of friends. She's pretty and always says she looks like crap. I don't think she does. I sometimes hate her, but it's okay because we're friends and I'm allowed to (I guess.) She's not afraid of hardly anything, and she tries to be politically correct. (Example: Last year, when something was stupid, we'd say, "That's gay." But then this summer, for some reason, I stopped saying it. I don't know. I had tried to stop before to no avail, but I gave up, and then I stopped saying it. Anyway, so when I reported this to Ashley on the phone recently, she told me that she doesn't say "That's gay" anymore. She catches herself and says, "That's homosexual.") That will probably make a lot of people mad.

Becky
We were in art together in 8th grade and that was really fun because she acted like a schizo and everyone but me was afraid. I just laughed forever. I don't really have a lot to say about Becky except that she has a bodacious name and her brother is ADORABLE. I don't know her that well. She has a fake tooth because she was eating a breadstick from the school cafeteria and hurt the real one. That's very funny. Except for the part about her hurting her tooth. P.S. In the picture, she's standing in front of an ART chalkboard, so it's cool that there's art on it. Okay? It's not math.

Brandon
In eighth grade, I was in Civics with Brandon and he'd always cut off the circulation in his hand and make it go all nasty veiny yellow and it'd really be gross. He liked to poke me in the back with a pencil and make me laugh so that I would get in trouble. One time Brandon asked me what Norman Bates' (y'know, the Psycho guy) mom's name was. I guessed Augustine. I don't think he really knew the answer, because he never told me. Went to the lake recently with him and some friends, and it was really fun. Brandon is a pretty cool guy, but don't tell him I told you that because his head would get as big as.. um.. Pennsylvania. And we all know how massively hugely largely humongous Pennsylvania is. Plus Brandon gets vain, so his head would be bigger than that by an inch. Wow.

Caty
I was in Drawing with her first semester in freshman year and she was very funny. We just talked sort of vaguely and insulted each other. We went through prom magazines and dissed all of them. There was this really ugly green one with a slit down the middle that seemed to just shrivel with lack of self-esteem. We annihilated them. Caty has a cool backpack and weird friends that had blue hair. But she's cool and so are they. Bye!

Kate
I met Kate in fifth grade at the bus stop. She was afraid of snakes and she was the new kid, and a lot of kids didn't know (nor like) her, so they were cruel and threw a dead dried-up snake on her. She cried and screamed. They waved it at me but I was not afraid. Kate cried a lot in middle school. She was kind of made fun of on the basketball team. But I was still her friend. We had a big big fight in seventh grade and I was afraid that we weren't going to be friends anymore, but we got over it, and we are friends now. She's on the volleyball team, although she doesn't want to be. Her mom is making her. Her mom calls her Belle, because Belle is Kate's middle name. What a cute name. Awww.

Kris
Kris was a big dork when I met her in sixth grade. Glasses and gawky, but she's very pretty and smart now. She always makes me laugh, but not when she whines. Then I just smack her around a bit [kidding.] She was in summer school for algebra, but that ended a few days ago. Kris and I like to make up words. "Bizza!" is one. Bizza can mean anything, as long as you say it as if it is followed by an exclamation mark and that you stretch out the last syllable as long as you can. Like: Bizzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And when you explain what it means, make sure you stretch out the last syllable as long as you can. Like, "It can mean en-uh-thaaaannnnngggg." Enough of that. Kris is cool, and fun to talk on the phone with. She doesn't make fun of me, although I do of her. I always try to apologize. Try to. I'm only human.

Robbie
Robbie always wants to be called Rob, so maybe I will honor him just this once, since I am so nice. Rob (see, I'm great) and I met in sixth grade in band, because we both play the trumpet. He's always been so nice to me, and he does a really good impression of an old woman. Strangely enough, my friend Kris does a really good impression of an old man. They should be together. They almost were. Rob was a wise man in a play in like second or third grade. His mom is an angel. She was my room mother at Band Camp last year.. a darling angel who bought us presents on the last day of camp after a week of us being up til midnight or waking her up at 3:00 am with stomach-aches or us being crazy and hanging out bra's on the window. Anyway, Rob is cool and he is a drummer wannabe. Actually he's pretty good, and he's in the Jelly Donut band with Will and Brandon. I'm through talking.

Will
Will took me to the Valentine's Day dance and he looked so handsome. I always "steal" stuff from him. Actually he leaves it with me and there's nothing I can do to give the stuff back to him. We both never hear each other, so "What?" "Oh never mind." makes up a good part of our conversations. But Will is wonderful and sorry about that picture. He looks like Brendan Fraiser. But he doesn't in real life. I just screwed up the pic. Will wears funky clothes and I was always cold and he used to be my Studly Buddy in geometry. He's smart and funny and he's just the best guy. I should just kidnap him, huh? (Not.)