Et Voila: Pull To Open, originally uploaded by kpwerker.
I was an avid note writer in my early adolescent years. I spent innumerable hours of class time writing tomes to my friend, and she wrote to me faithfully. Ah, the days spent talking—or writing—to your bff for sixteen hours a day.
This is how we’d fold our notes. How did you fold yours?
[Thanks to @sklose for the inspiration!]
Here's my hastily prepared contribution: http://www.flickr.com/photos/suchsweethands/set…
I was going to take some photos until I saw that Cecily folds her notes the same way.
In 8th grade, my friend Anca and I got a little hardcover journal and wrote our notes to each other in it. I remember taking it to Disneyland to write to her about what I was doing. I think I still have it somewhere…
What a great thing to still have! Like a collaborative diary.
I remember folding notes this way. And also, in high school, spiral bound notebooks that we passed around and wrote and doodled in. Also, for a while, in high school I used to take in a coloring book and crayons and pass them around. (The teachers must have loved me for that… though really I think they did, bless them.) For a while I had the coloring books, with the contributions signed, but I don't anymore, because I'm just not a keeper.
I do know that I wrote the essay that got me into college about crayons.
Maybe I should introduce the fine art of note passing to my daughter, who is distraught because her middle school teachers are boring.
There's no cure for boredom in school like writing notes. Can't be beat.
(Unless, you know, you're caught.)
I remember folding notes this way. And also, in high school, spiral bound notebooks that we passed around and wrote and doodled in. Also, for a while, in high school I used to take in a coloring book and crayons and pass them around. (The teachers must have loved me for that… though really I think they did, bless them.) For a while I had the coloring books, with the contributions signed, but I don't anymore, because I'm just not a keeper.
I do know that I wrote the essay that got me into college about crayons.
Maybe I should introduce the fine art of note passing to my daughter, who is distraught because her middle school teachers are boring.
There's no cure for boredom in school like writing notes. Can't be beat.
(Unless, you know, you're caught.)
I remember folding notes this way. And also, in high school, spiral bound notebooks that we passed around and wrote and doodled in. Also, for a while, in high school I used to take in a coloring book and crayons and pass them around. (The teachers must have loved me for that… though really I think they did, bless them.) For a while I had the coloring books, with the contributions signed, but I don't anymore, because I'm just not a keeper.
I do know that I wrote the essay that got me into college about crayons.
Maybe I should introduce the fine art of note passing to my daughter, who is distraught because her middle school teachers are boring.
There's no cure for boredom in school like writing notes. Can't be beat.
(Unless, you know, you're caught.)
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