Folded Notes from High School

view of his driveway than me, who lives across town. Yeah, could ya just let me know if you see a Pinto with the license plate LV R TOWN #1? It’s no biggie, I just wanna surprise my gorgeous boyfriend, so if you spot that car call me as fast as you can. Although the heat in my Wagoneer is busted it still drives great, and with my 4-wheel drive I can be across town to your neighborhood in no time! Could ya do me that favor, Matt?

And remember . . . it’s for an awesome surprise I have planned for Christopher.

Thanks, Friend.

Always,

Big Sis Tara WHO HAS YOUR BACK

P.S. Although we know I’m not a fan of this Joy Rebecca Bernstein, I humbly surrender the flag. Seems you guys have respect for each other, so . . . just be happy. I only want the best for my friends.

Dear Tara,

I definitely will keep my eye on Chris’s driveway. So cool that you’re gonna surprise him! You’re awesome for so many reasons. I am so happy everything is back to normal for all of us. It’s just cool that we can all go away from Christmas/Hanukkah break feeling good.

Your Lil Bro,

Matt

P.S. Yeah, a lot of people tell me I look like Keanu, but I don’t know. Ya know? Do you know what I mean? Haha . . . I’m learnin’ so much from you.

Dear Matt,

A lot of people tell you that? Really? Huh. Interesting. Cool.

Thank you for watchin’ that driveway for me. I love a good surprise!

Be Good to You,

Tara

To Matt,

I know we don’t know one and other, but you do know my jean jacket because you found it and so kindly brought it to the office. I cannot thank you enough.

My life has been turned upside down and my head has been in the clouds lately. If you knew me you would know I have never once left that jacket anywhere. Where did you find it? I truly have no recollection of where I left it.

Regardless, thank you from the very bottom of my broken heart.

Please let me know how I can repay you for your kindness. Your gesture to this stranger will never be forgotten, and it put a much-needed smile in my heart.

Many thanks,

Stacey Simon

788-7000

JANUARY 1992

Christopher!

So, do you like my hair? I know, crazy, right? Bet you didn’t expect to see your blond bombshell girlfriend walk into South High as a brunette. But it’s 1992, Christopher. Things change. I certainly have.

I am just so excited for all the “surprises” that are in store for us. What is 1992 gonna bring our way? Who knows . . . guess we’ll just have to stay tuned.

I’m so glad we had Christmas together, and oh my god, the Boston Bruins “Have a Great Puckin’ Christmas” ornament you got me is so special, I promise, no matter what the future brings, I will put that on every tree I ever have.

We haven’t even talked since December 29th. You just disappeared. No calls. No messages. It worked to my advantage ’cuz I just needed to hunker down and finish my outstanding college applications, which I did. Not that any of my backup schools matter ’cuz I’m obviously goin’ to NYU, but hey, they are signed, sealed, and delivered. Oh my god, Christopher, in no time flat we will be getting accepted to colleges! It must be so weird for the kids in our grade who aren’t even applying to University. How could you not want to make somethin’ of yourself? Good thing people like us don’t associate with non-college-appliers like them, right?

I love you, Mr. Mister, and I’ve gotta say . . . I kinda already love 1992!

Your Brunette,

Tara

Tara Maureen!

I saw you earlier, but you were surrounded by a bunch of your friends and I had to get to class so I didn’t stop to say hi, but you look AWESOME! Your brown hair looks great!

Happy New Year!

Matt

Matty Matt!

Happy New Year to you too, Fella! Adorable that you think my hair is brown. Such a Frosh thing to say. It’s chestnut, Cutie Pie.

Thank you again for calling me when you saw the Pinto in Christopher’s driveway. I got to zip over quick as a stick and snap some photographs of him and his friend. I’m waitin’ for the film to develop at Medi Mart, but I think it should be ready pretty soon. Then I can surprise the one and only Christopher Caparelli!

So you love my new hair color? Thanks. Everyone is sayin’ that. I didn’t dye it for attention (god knows I get enough of that), but everyone is stopping me to comment. It grew over the holidays, too, so I guess everyone is just trying to make sense of Tara 1992.

What’s the good word by you? How are you and Joy? What did you guys do for New Year’s? Elope? J to the k, Matt. Did you? Kidding. But what did you guys do?

It feels good to be back in these hallways, as I know I won’t be here much longer. Thank GOD for that! But I had so many realizations over Xmas break. And I made so many New Year’s resolutions, Matt. One of ’em was: Enjoy these final months at South High. Just enjoy ’em. So I’m gonna.

I wanted to start things off on a new foot. Well, not literally, Matt. But metaphorically—hence, my new hair color (chestnut!), and if I pass you later you can smell my new perfume! I know, nuts, right? I put my Trésor on the shelf. Didn’t want to