You were always the first to have books.
Circumstances and interactions shape us in who we end up becoming, specifically referring to our parents.
As a teenager your parents asked you what time you would be coming home that night. This wasn’t because you had a curfew. It was because they were planning to have loud sex while you were away.
“Love is when you kiss a girl for the first time and then you know that you’ll never be bored again because you can always just think about kissing her.”
Asking permission for a sleepover at your friend’s house took 37 hours of mental preparation, a detailed powerpoint presentation of your friend’s family tree, and a signed contract in your blood saying you wouldn’t drink and would be in bed by 10pm.
Every dream you have, has people in the way who hate you. Trust me.
A friend of Leroy’s got a 98 on his high school English Regents. On the test, an essay question said, “Write a composition on your favorite place,” and he started his essay, “My favorite place is the vagina . . .”
“WHAT?! IMMA GO TALK TO MY TEACHER TOMMORROW THEY ACCIDENTLY MARKED ME ABSENT”
Say, “Oh, sorry, my phone died,” when your mom asks why you didn’t answer your phone.
I still can’t believe you won’t be there in the crowd when I walk across the stage at graduation.