The Vintage Reader

(via Beth)

I was secretly hoping that I would do much, much better on the 8th-grade science quiz, thus validating my privately held theory that my 8th-grade science teacher was just WRONG, but the Internet has foiled me once again. What I do find a little disturbing is that I got the same grade answering actual science questions just now as I did back then writing up short synopses of 20-year-old films about the dangers of tobacco, drugs, and sex (this was before safe sex, so they mainly showed graphic pictures of people in the advanced stages of syphilis and gonorrhea).

Although to be fair, my friend Steve and I spent most of 8th-grade science class writing a young adult mystery novel (Something's Happening at Seven Oaks!) in a spiral notebook that we passed back and forth during the boring films, so perhaps it's not surprising that I got a C.