Dear
Myss Lyss,
First of all, quit the nickname. Unfortunately,
it does not catch on, so do not ask your mom to get it printed on the back of
your brand-new sweat shirt. Confused yet? Yes, it is me, and I am you, only one
year older.
Let me prove it to you. You sleep
with a stuffed bear named Bear. You know every word to every High School
Musical song. You play scrabble against yourself in your free time. You have
not only a homemade logo for yourself, but also an original theme song to the
tune of “You’re the One That I Want” from Grease
(To pick a lyric at random—“I got skilllssss and I know it”).
Now that I have gained so much
wisdom at Chagrin Falls Middle School, I wanted to communicate with my eleven-year-old
self and share some insight on how to become the “cool kid” in sixth grade.
Step one: ALWAYS sit in the back of the bus. Not only does it secure your
social status, but you will also learn some quality cuss words such as “stupid,”
“butt,” and “idiot.” Step two: Always wear pig tails. From normal to braided,
this effortless hair style remains timelessly stunning. To complete the look, I
recommend a nice shade of Girl Scout khaki pants with a horizontally striped
Aeropostale polo. Have no fear, for boys will crawl all over you in no time.
Step three: rainbow braces. If you need to keep up a mouth full of metal, why
not dazzle your classmates with every color they could ever imagine? I currently
sport a combination of deep mahogany and aquamarine green, and I can tell by
the way that my fellow seventh graders cackle at me that their envy runs deep. Step
four: write more lyrics to that catchy theme song of yours. Whenever I think of
it, I picture myself as Olivia Newton-John in John Travolta’s hunky arms as he
serenades me beside the Trabant at Blossom Time. Finally, step five: whenever someone insults
you, simply flip a pig tail, snap a finger, and sassily sing the classic Jonas
Brothers lyric: “I’m hot, you’re cold.” Their face will say it all.
With these steps, you will
effortlessly become the most popular kid in sixth grade. I mean,
with all my 12 year old experience, you could basically call me an expert on
life. Have a great rest of your year, baby Alyssa, and never forget your inner
superstar.
Best
of luck,
Alyssa Christine Marquette
Age 12
Alyssa, I really enjoyed how you were able to not only mock your eleven-year-old self but also your twelve-year-old self. I think we can all agree those years were quite interesting considering the fact that we based popularity on who wore the cutest polo with a popped collar. I do have to point out that you forgot to include the life saving advice to bring coins to school in order to buy the coolest pens in the cafeteria.
ReplyDelete