Notes from 8th Grade

I found this piece of scrap paper in a drawer with all these notes about what I loved about 8th grade, written when I was probably a 9th grader. For some reason, 8th grade ended up being the pinnacle era of my teenage adolescence. Everything went downhill from there, socially. I got less attractive, thanks to braces and laziness. And high school social highlights included youth group events and reading smutty literature in the school library at lunch.
But here's a peek at what the 8th grade me was like...

I thought the world was going to end on New Years Eve, 1999. Y2K scared the shit out of me.

I was the biggest theatre geek at my school. I wept at the end of any performance, counting it as the end of the greatest moment of my young adult life. Dramatics, naturally.

I got sent to the principal's office-- for the first and only time in my life-- for taking a karaoke microphone from my music teacher's desk and doing karaoke to Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle." Alicia Crittenden-- little miss prissy herself-- told Miss DeGroot, who was in the auditorium working on costumes for our upcoming peformance of "Hello Dolly." She walked in right when I was doing my best Christina: "if you wanna be with me, I can make your wish come true..." That song still haunts me, to this day.

My favorite song was "The Thong Song," according to this piece of paper. Really, 14-year-old Allie? Really?! That was your favorite song of the time??

I had a crush on this boy named Randy. Randy Hulme. He was Mormon, which meant he couldn't date anyone until he was sixteen. Also he had a very nasaly voice and for some reason that didn't seem to bother me.

Mike and Ian were the only two boys in my exclusive musical theater double-period class. Mike wore those pants with the zippers at the knee so if you became too hot to wear pants you could simply zip off the bottom and have shorts. Ian can be best described as a disgusting rat with spiky hair. And they knew how to push each other's buttons. I believe there was once an incident during which Mike stapled Ian's pants to the wall of the choir room.

I once convinced my whole theatre class to hide from our crazy/OCD/secretly gay/washed up Broadway actor/ theatre teacher Mr. Slotnick-Lastrico. We all scuttled around the corner outside of the classroom. When encouraged, I'll do anything.

My friends and I would wear our pajama bottoms to school almost every day. I don't know why this was. I suppose they were comfortable. I had a pale pink pair with little stars on them. And girls would wear their fuzzy slippers too. I also had a pale pink pair of those. Huh.