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Archive for September, 2010

September 2010 in Black Lamb

Volume 8, Number 9 — September 2010

September 1st, 2010

The All School Issue

In the cover article of this All-School Issue, Rock, rock, rock ‘n’ roll high school, Beren deMotier is glad her own kids aren’t as wild as she was back in the day. In Boom times, Terry Ross gives his views on what happened to American education. John M. Daniel remembers his short stint as a school teacher in The Cheese.

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Crushes

September 1st, 2010

BY ELIZABETH FOURNIER

I was sitting outside the principal’s office of my tiny Catholic grade school yet again. Sister Bernadette just couldn’t get her habit around the fact I was in love. She deemed it inappropriate to write “I (heart) Shaun Cassidy!” all over my white pleather Jordache purse with a pink felt pen. I had written the same thing on my Pee-Chee folder, but that time in purple.

cassidy1.jpegWhat really Frenched her toast was the forbidden Teen Beat magazine found in my desk. But I had to keep it in there — I just had to. I took a picture of myself and pasted it next to Shaun’s face. I told her he wrote “Hey Deanie” for me after he secretly attended my piano recital where I performed a crisp version of “Da Doo Ron Ron.”

Shaun was dreamy on TV, but in my upstairs bedroom, I was his front row audience. We had a super hush-hush friendship: Shaun, his Adam’s apple, and little old fourth-grade me. I wore out the grooves on his vinyl disks. I studied the liner notes of all his albums and even inked in my name as acknowledgment for his inspiration.

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