A letter from 8th grade me

In 8^th grade my drama teacher made every one write letters to themselves when they graduated high school. I’m so glad she did this, even though my letter is really embarrassing. Let’s dissect it:

“Hey Bitch!”

Ugh

“Remember me? 8^th grade you! Yay! Gosh I bet you wish i [sic] died in a hole.”

Yes

“I hope highschool was good to you. I hope you lived life and didn’t just let it pass you by. I hope some drama happened. I hope you get excited. I hope you were happy. At least once.”

Well that improved quickly. Thanks 8^th grade me.

“I hope you have friends. Gay ones. Hot ones.”

I don’t even know how to approach that one. Let’s move on.

“But if not that’s okay. Your [sic] just going to have to travel the world. ( I hope you still get that)”

Uh no? Is that a reference to something? Note to self: Don’t put any in-jokes in future letters unless you want to make yourself feel old.

(Something about ideal looks?) “…if you find tranny friends, tranny makeup. Actually pretend to be a tranny any way because trannys are the bomb.”

Yeah… I don’t know if anyone else watched “5 Awesome Trannies” on YouTube in 2009/10 but they was basically all I knew about transgender people; that first it was okay to call them trannies but also a “tranny” was a guy with a lot of eye makeup. Geez. I know people inside Tumblr criticize “social justice blogging” and that they do nothing for people, but I would really disagree. I’ve learned so much from people on there. I still remember I thought the difference between sex and gender was the most complex thing in the world, but now it’s like the difference between tables and chairs. I’m just a little proud of myself (don’t mind me).

(things about college) “…You should be attending that one science college in the UK. You remember that one? That said science but was actually fashion? Yeah.”

No? What? Again I need to be more specific. Also I’m surprised at myself. I’ve been putting myself down for not planning for college until junior year, but I guess I was passively looking in 8^th grade. What happened?

“Remember Nicola and Belmondo? Talking about art. You are awesome. This isn’t a hope it’s a statement.”

I do kind of remember that comic (side note: its on DrunkDuck, but I can’t get that website to work. I can’t request my password or create a new one. I want to finally finish my comics!). I wonder what kind of mental state I was in to make an assertion like that. I guess 8^th grade me didn’t envision that I would be on again/off again with art for the next 4 years.

“Learn Euro lang”

This is written on the outside after I folded it twice. What? Its like I had a last minute thought that I should learn a language that they speak in Europe. I do remember that I really liked Spanish in middle school because it was easy/I was good at it. It later became my least favourite subject. Man.

I guess the bright side is that I’m better now? I’ve improved somewhat? I’m going to write a letter to future me for when I graduate college.