The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
I had been pretty active with my writing for the school newspaper during my first years at Chelmsford High, but there were months during senior year when I was so involved in matters of the heart that I simply forgot that writing was what I was about, not silly girls who only barely liked me enough to agree to “date” and never actually go on dates.
The only thing I contributed in the issue that came out around February was my column “What’s News?” I was really slacking. Of course, I would come back and do the cover for the April Fool’s issue later and a crazy article for it as well, but in February I was a real fucking slacker.
I attribute this to me bemoaning the situation I was in with Megan. We were dating but we’d never been on a fucking date. It was quite ridiculous. I spent way too much time thinking about that and never really did anything about it. And in the end, the only thing I managed to accomplish was becoming a lazier writer.