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Jennifer Jackson
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania USA
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Advice to Jennifer Jackson
May 1989, 7th grade, age 12:
1. Make your first kiss happen at the Kennywood school picnic with John, while riding the tunnel of love variation, Hardheaded Harold's Horrendously Humorous Haunted Hideway. If you wait, the alternate first kiss scenario is less than optimum & will never be a story worth telling.
Fall 1993, 11th grade, age 16:
2. When you go to IUP English Days as a field trip & skip an afternoon session with Dave to walk around campus & talk, when you're sitting on bench, after he touches your hair, take the opportunity to tell him how much you like him.
May 1995, 12th grade, age 17:
3. Go to the prom with Ricky. The two of you will go to the Grand March & watch all of the couples go inside Laube Hall, then go to Eat n Park or somewhere & listen to the soft rock radio station in the car & talk about how it sucks being single for that particular night...um, why not just go to the prom together? If you decide against this, it's cool because later in life, maybe in your late 20's/early 30's, you can say that you were so indie that you didn't even go to the prom.
Spring/Summer 1997, age 19:
4. Jim. Don't. Really. Don't.
November 1998, age 21:
5. When the Asian med student approaches you at Hemingway's after your poetry reading, realize a minute or two sooner that he is hitting on you. Don't accept the note from Nova even though it seems like she's passing you her number in a flirty way; she ruins your night.
March 2006, age 28:
6. Don't step outside when she goes to the bathroom.
February 2008, age 30:
7. Remember that resolution, even if you slipped this past weekend with Holden.
8. In general: If you're going to do something for the story, choose carefully. Look how well it turned out with the Dannon Yogurt truck driver. Not so well for that early morning in July or August 2007; see you can't even hint at that story. Another bad story: allowing Goober to motorboat you at Lou Magoo's. A story that should have happened: screening a picture of your face onto a washcloth or hand towel with the caption "Hi, I'm Jen, and this is your cum rag!" then mailing it to that boy in Erie.
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