Sarah Morgan
My friend’s daughter had this book lying around.
And so I’ve realized how badly I missed out on a book deal. Throughout high school, we went through several notebooks just like that. I even think one girl’s yearbook quote was “where’s the notebook?” And that’s apart from the notes… the bookcovers… the locker murals….
I hope at least some of it still exists somewhere, because I’m sure they’re priceless. “Priceless” in the sense of “funny”, I would’ve thought. (I believe one of my bookcover masterpieces was briefly framed, but that was about all the acclaim it got.) But now, I see that even teenage navel-gazing has its price.
And I wrote that stuff for free. Sucker.
Updated to add: it makes me very happy to hear that the framed bookcover still exists.
ah, memories. though i never wrote in the notebook, i can’t forget its infamy!