You've got me drooling, and I've got you down

Let's take things back to the halls of junior high. You know the scene: mirrors in lockers, LLBean backpacks, and not a child over 5 foot. As children, we had trouble passing eachother in the halls, so the gods of the office marked our paths with colored tapes, to remind us what voice volume was appropriate. Crossing those lines were the worst of our worries.
Love. Dating. Relationships. At twelve years old, we thought we were ready for them, yet most of us couldn't even spell them on our weekly spelling tests. To "go out" with someone meant that Read more