When I was a kindergartner, I went to a private Christian school in Koreatown, called “Pilgrim.” Strangely, I currently work four block away from this building of nostalgia and terror.
A little background: I never had enough to eat in my packed lunches, but I was too shy to tell my dad. Instead, I became what other kids called a “Beggar.” Nerds candies were sold at the student store, and as a big handful of Nerds is bound to spill over a little, I picked up the extras from the ground: I actually roamed the blacktop looking for stray Nerds to eat. I also regularly snuck into the classroom at recess and lunch, to steal, mostly food, but also some decorative erasers and such.
Also, for the most part, my few friends were boys, because I was always like “Look at my underwear!” all the time, and what boy in their right mind is going to be like “I want to avoid being friends with the girl who shows me her underwear.”
To recap, I was hungry, sneaky and harmlessly pre-promiscuous.
Perhaps this is besides the point. I’m really here today to discuss my love of annotating my yearbook.
I liked to put frowny faces or mean comments next to people who I didn’t like. Sometimes, if it was a picture of a friend or acquaintance, I’d be all, “I Know Her!” Also, I was pretty evenly bisexual at the time (being in actuality pre-sexual, but with crushes), so there are a lot of hearts drawn around boys’ AND girls’ photos.
I’m guessing that some of you share some of my experiences and preferences from this age, or at least the habit of editorializing.
Without further ado:
So I leave you with this photo of some little assholes with very much warranted frowny faces drawn next to their photos. And in case you can't quite see, here is a close up of these snobby ne'er do wells:
Let's hope you little terrors have learned a little noblesse oblige.