We had PE together freshman year.  We weren’t friends, but I thought you were nice, the kind of person who would talk to anyone.  You were murdered during Sophomore year by your abusive boyfriend.  It’s so sad that your life ended before you ever had the chance to really live.

From real estate agent to good friend. I had a dream about you the other night. We were talking about your mom and you said she was doing better. I hope that’s true. It’s about time we got together again for some Thai food and a walk around Seward Park.

You’re one of the main reasons I hated third grade. You were just plain mean. You tore up my Garbage Pail Kids because I looked at them during Reading Rainbow. That made me so mad! Later, you moved a block away from me and that was a total downer.  BOO.

2nd grade homeroom teacher.  We had a bake sale to raise money for the elephant habitat.  We learned to count to 1000 – by writing every last number, over many weeks.  We made a giant triceratops out of tissue paper. You drove a Ford Escort and we thought you were SO COOL.

First grade language arts is not that hard, it’s mainly spelling. I knew this to be true and that’s why I was embarrassed when we were self-correcting our spelling tests, and I cheated by changing an answer. To be fair, “of” and “ove” sound exactly alike when you say them.