1. The determination of listening to the radio for hours after school with your finger poised over the "RECORD" button on your stereo so you can catch a particular song to complete one of the many mix tapes you were constantly working on for your friends, crush, pen pal and self.
(You needed a study mix, crush mix, best friends aka LYLAS! mix, sad mix, cleaning-your-room mix, girl power mix, country only mix, and songs-your-parents-don't-allow-you-to-listen-to mix, at the very least.)
3. The exhilaration of passing notes in class and learning all the amazing ways that one can fold said notes. I had gallon Ziploc bags of these under my bed, one dedicated to each friend. I assume my mother read them years ago and threw them out in case I ever decided to
try to find a boyfriend become a politician.
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6. The arrogance of typing a grammatical or punctuation error on your book report just so you could use the white out ribbon on the electric typewriter. AMAZEMENT EVERY TIME.
7. The overwhelming feeling of love and security when your parents accepted a collect call from you while you were on an Anchor Club sponsored "Future Women Leaders of America" trip to Williamsburg.
8. The excitement of sitting in your mom's friend's convertible, not because it was a convertible, but because she had a bag phone in her car and got 30 minutes a month to use however she chose.
9. The urgent desire to get up at 6 a.m. on Saturdays in order to watch as many cartoons as you could before your parents woke up and told you your TV allowance for the day was over.
10. The reckless abandon of preserving what little cool points you had by secretly being friends with the weird girl down the street because her parents got her a Nintendo with Mario Kart and she let you be Yoshi. Rainbow Road was the best, obviously. Totally worth it.