1995 — SEVENTEEN
Eve,
What’s up you prep-bashing, zine-writing,
open-legged, Primo loving slut? I’m in studyhall
w/ 6 cheerleaders and a shitload of preps, like
Noreen McDowd, and Lyle McCUNTchesen. What a
waste of a period. We’re allowed to talk and stuff,
and those pansy-asses are doing their homework.
What a bunch of candy asses who don’t know
jack shit.
1st period I called some girl a freaking
nerd and the teacher took me out in the hall and
told me I would be working for that “freaking
nerd” one day, and I said “Hell’s no, I wont
work for no prep!” and the teacher wrote me up.
I’ll show you my write up slip, it’s in my locker.
Well gotta go.
Death to all preps, assholes and Kaleigh
Cunningham!!
C-ya,
Valerie
Valerie was right - she never did “work for no prep”. She probably won’t, ever. These notes have too much foreshadowing. Today, she still needs to get herself together, and out of the situation which is her current state of affairs. She knows this. She is trying. She is capable. We have so much in common deep down, its just I am more functional, which doesn’t say a lot, because I consider my functioning slightly damaged. Neither of us got the education that many of the so-called “preps” did. We got each other though. We shared obscure cultural tastes that repelled most other kids our age. We knew about things that they didn’t. We loved fucking with authority more than absorbing anything they tried to teach us. We were blatently proud not conform to the behaviors or codes or standards of the norm. We both rebelled from the same cliche everything, she just liked cheerleaders a little bit more than I did. We thought we were so much smarter than everyone else, meanwhile she didn’t finish high school, I didn’t finish college, each with only one year under our belts. Despite all that, we are both fairly intelligent and informed people, but we’ve both been so incredibly stupid, in so many self-destructive ways. We have been through a lot together, but she has been to hell and back about a dozen times whereas I have never been once, let alone come back from, and then been thrown back to for more. Which is why I know I will never be able to truly understand where she is at right now, and that I could only help her if we lived in a perfect world, but we don’t, so I can’t, and that kind of kills me because she is worth it more than anyone I know.
