This is an utter cop-out, I know, but I have an upper respiratory infection
...which means that instead of granting you all the courtesy of a decently constructed anecdote, I'm going to copy the convo I had with Alex.
anointedyogurt (10:50:50 PM): earlier today i was friended by Lisa Sussman, who goes to Wesleyan,w ith this message
anointedyogurt (10:51:36 PM): "Dumbarton=not such good times, but wesleyan is fucking sweet. get excited."
anointedyogurt (10:51:42 PM): now, some background
anointedyogurt (10:51:52 PM): she sat next to me in seventh grade math, algebra 1
anointedyogurt (10:52:00 PM): i have a single vivid memory of her
anointedyogurt (10:52:20 PM): one day i noticed that ic ould use my ruler, which had sharp corners, to carve into mrs. baer's posterboard
anointedyogurt (10:52:32 PM): she had a purple glitter cover over the board, and i noticed i could cut straight through it
anointedyogurt (10:52:39 PM): so i started to carve into it, and became totally engrossed
anointedyogurt (10:52:50 PM): i only stopped when lisa turned to me, saw what i was doing, and said, with total disgust
anointedyogurt (10:52:54 PM): "What the hell are you doing?"
anointedyogurt (10:53:14 PM): and then i realized
anointedyogurt (10:53:17 PM): i had done the dumbest thing of all
anointedyogurt (10:53:21 PM): i had carved my own name into the board
anointedyogurt (10:54:49 PM): so, my one memory of her is distinctly shameful
OneLastLateNight (10:56:43 PM): that's kinda weird.
OneLastLateNight (10:56:56 PM): i remember lisa sussman's name but i can't say i remember anything else about her.
anointedyogurt (10:57:09 PM): apart from what she looked like, yeah, that's about it for me as well