Dear EJ

8th Grade was a big year in my social life. It was the year I met my good, close, people-think-we're-lesbian type friend: EJ. We had lockers across the hall from each other and hit it off straight away.

We had tech class together first period. This was one of those filler classes where you literally have no idea as to why the school is making you take it. It was the type of class where we built solar cars, and spent time building virtual bridges, and creating and destroying an entire metropolis on Sim City. Of course, EJ and I never actually did any of the work.

Instead of building the solar car, we spent 3 weeks of class time we were given to build the car, and messed with hot glue and super glued pennies around the room only to laugh at the people who tried to pick them up.

I have to admit, we went a little crazy with the super glue when we decided it was a good idea to glue my foot to the floor.

Because we didn't do any real work, when it came time to race our solar car, we lost.

The Bridge project was a little different. The requirement was to make 4 adequate bridges on the computer program. But we couldn't do that. Feeling bad about producing almost nothing for our last project, we used every fiber of energy we had to create a bomb-ass bridge that would have survived an Apocalypse if need be. The freaking hulk wouldn't have been able to budge that thing.

We were the shit.

But that bridge was as far as our efforts went towards building our 4 bridges.

And as far as the Sim City project went, There really was no way our teacher could grade us on how well we played a video game that you can't. even. fucking. win. I still am at a loss as to why they had us play Sim City. But either way, it was a stupid requirement with bullshit easy grades.

So naturally we used the cheat codes to turn the virtual city's committee into a board of llamas and then just laugh about it for 2 weeks of class time.

That class was a waste of my 8th grade time. But it was a bonding experience for me and EJ after surviving hot glue fumes, the creation of the most durable virtual bridge in existence, and a board of llamas. A friendship was born.

To this very day we are still often mistaken for lesbian couple of the year.

Love you EJ.

Sincerely,

That fake ginger that's mistaken for a lesbian