Notes on High School

Hey! Remember when people kept handwritten diaries and passed notes in class and even WROTE LETTERS TO EACH OTHER? Yeah, it seems like a million years ago. Turns out, a lot of people went to high school before LiveJournal and Gmail.

Send your scanned correspondence to: notesonhighschool@gmail.com.

September 27, 2008

[xxx],

Hi! How are you? I’m okay.

God I was fucked-up last night. I couldn’t wake up this morning! I can’t wait for Beverly Hills/Melrose Place tonight. I’ll have to tape it, I need to go to Progressions (spelling? Oh, who gives a shit… if you can figure out what the word is—it doesn’t matter if I fuck it up.) [xxx]’s dancing in it—with O.C.’s little sister. He picks her up and shit.

Will you come w/me? PLEASE? We’ll have fun.

Either he’ll be really good and I’ll be jellous of the chick, and I’ll love him. Or he’ll suck, and we’ll laugh a lot and I’ll love him for trying.

Or maybe I wont.

Maybe I’ll ask myself why I like him at all.

CAN YOU COME?

What do you think—good or bad dancer.

1 year ago

We reserve the right to publish your emails at our own discretion. We also reserve the right to use and modify submissions as standard procedure. When you email Notes on High School, you are granting us the right to a royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable, fully sub-licensable, exclusive right to use, reproduce, modify, translate, adapt, publish, create derivative works from, distribute, perform, display, and delete such content in other works in any form, media or technology now known or hereafter developed. You represent and warrant that you have all of these rights to grant to us and that no other rights from any third party will be necessary.