This Thanksgiving I went through all of my old elementary and middle school papers. Seeing how my writing style changed was pretty strange. In middle school I started to devel0p a very odd sense of humor. It was self-consciously over-the-top. For example, in response to a unit in seventh grade on why drugs are bad I wrote an exceedingly bad satire that involved a policeman cornering “drunk teens” with “inspirational posters of the kitten persuasion”. Whatever that means.
I’m not really sure whether I should be impressed with my mother’s saving ability or depressed by the fact that I distinctly remember throwing many of those wildly inane satires away as soon as they were written. Either way, I still want to know why I seemed obsessed with making fun of inspirational posters. Because that part of younger me was headed in the right direction.