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High School: A Writing Excerpt...

In my high school English class, we were given prompts and had to respond to them in a daily journal.  I recently found this journal and realized a few things:

1. I have been quirkier for much longer than I ever realized.
2. I have been random for much longer than I ever realized.
3. I should have been a writer.  Seriously.  (Okay, not really.)

And now, for your reading pleasure, I give you the prompt and my response from 11/2/99...

Prompt: If you could be remembered for one deed or accomplishment during your public school career, what would it be?

My response: "As odd as it may sound, I'd want to be the girl who rescued the school from killer chihuahuas.  I figure that if I'm going to be remembered by large numbers of people, it may as well be for something that happens only once in a lifetime.  Since most people hate chihuahuas, I could just grab them all up and calm the fears.  I might even get my story in the newspaper.  Or I could be on Good Morning America.  You never know, it could happen."

Wow.  My mother must be so proud of me.

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