NEW YORK I’m in touch with only a couple of my friends from middle school. And even so, barely.
But we used to call ourselves the “Magnificent Seven,” and promised we’d be friends forever. At least that’s what our one-page ad in the yearbook claimed, with ridiculous photos of us and our overplucked eyebrows, braces and absurd bangs as proof of our supposed magnificence.
We each demanded an exorbitant sum of money from our parents for the page, which in retrospect seems particularly demented given that we were already plastered throughout the entire book, especially in the “Class Favorites” section: “Best Hair,” “Most Likely to Succeed,” “Most Outgoing.” Did I mention we were in yearbook class and in charge of “counting” the votes?
For more read Wednesday’s Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.