Dear Mikaela, From Hopelesslyinlove
I’m in love with my teacher. He’s so dreamy and smart. I get so distracted whenever I think about him.
I’m in love with my teacher. He’s so dreamy and smart. I get so distracted whenever I think about him.
I used to love chatting on the phone for hours, having deep introspective discussions.
Every student knows that at least one A period per semester will be dedicated to the Great Shakeout, a state-wide earthquake drill including full on make-up, victims, tarps and a triage base.
I have always found the question, “What is your favorite food?” to be utterly ridiculous, for how could anyone be expected to choose just one?
When you think of a family meal you probably reminisce about gathering around your living room table, with lots of dishes filled high with your mother’s homemade mashed potatoes and casserole: the very typical image of a Thanksgiving meal you’ve seen in the movies perhaps, where the kids push and shove to get to the last Pillsbury crescent and pot-bellied dad secretly scrapes his serving of green beans to the dog.
Unwanted pregnancy, usually a result of contraception failure or unprotected sex, is a prevalent problem for teenage girls and can be, in some cases, absolutely devastating and completely surprising.
Upon learning what school I go to, people will often remark, “Wow, you girls get a lot of work, don’t you?” Or: “Oh I know that school; it’s the one where the most meaningful relationship a girl has is with her textbooks and computer.”
These days, it seems like Marlborough and Hogwarts have one thing in common: a fear of three Unforgiveable phrases.