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She was singing a happy little song to herself in the library of Kennedy Catholic High School. And she spoke of elephants and dogs barking. And then she ran outside to commune with nature. Happily.

We were married and divorced. Now we don’t speak.

I want him to headbutt me.

Carolyn is my deritative (oooo baby). For my every cosine, she’s my negative sine. For my every curve, she’s my tangent line.

I made this for Josh in the library and he better sign on one day.

I went to an FC Barcelona/NY Red Bulls game last Saturday, where I was fortunate enough to see Leo Messi play. Sadly I didn’t get to meet him, but it was the next closest thing. He scored one goal and had two assists, and won the game MVP.

Once upon a time, it was a day just like any other at Kennedy Catholic High School. The school year was 2004-2005, and the young freshmen were having trouble with their locker combinations. One young buy, Johneronemi was having a most wretched day. He had gotten lost in the school multiple times, dropped fries all over the cafeteria floor, and now had forgotten his combo. Finally, he sat on the floor in despair, having given up hope on ever opening it. Suddenly, there was a blinding light and the Kerilator appeared. The Kaleidesopic Superhero was able to unlock the troublesome combo in only a second. “Wowee,” said Johneronemi. “Thanks. But who are you, really?” A fellow young freshman randomly popped out from behind a corner. He wore a Cardinals hat and pointed at the Kerilator.
“I know who she is! I know!” but the Superhero pushed a button on her Magical Mystery Toolbelt, and a burst of Snow Patrol music came forth. thus, all words were drowned out, and she blasted off into one of the holes in the ceiling to seek refuge. Ever since, Johneronemi has sought to discover the true identity of the superhero, who helped him so much on that rough freshman day.


NOTE: This particular story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidential. ; )

Once, a long time ago, way back when when Carolyn was but a junior in high school, she opened her locker and found to her dismay that it did not stay open. It may not sound like that big of a deal, but YOU try to get books out of a locker whose door keeps closing on you. Carolyn needed to do something about this errant locker… and fast. She filed a complaint with the school office, and was soon given a long ruler. A meterstick in fact. She used this meterstick to prop the door open. After a time, The Stick (as it was lovingly called) because quite popular with Carolyn’s lockermates, especially a certain George Marino.

Once upon a time Kerry was driving in Driver’s Ed class. It was a foggy day with a nippy atmosphere, but Kerry drove confidently down the highway. Suddenly and Without Warning, a large truck appeared out of the mist—headed straight for the learner’s sedan!
Before Mrs. Mary Douglas could even utter a word of warning, Kerry was effortlessly manuvering around the offending vehicle. Undaunted, the Kerrilator cruised about the enormous Truck, and continued on her way.
The driver’s ed teacher was most impressed by this feat, naming Kerry Driver of the Year and Most Natty Navigator. She has continued passing this tale of Triumph On The Road on to trainee drivers, using the amazingly skilled Kerrilator as an inspiration for all would-be drivers.