Both Sides of the Mushroom

At the request of one of my good childhood friends, I’m posting the columns I wrote for my high school newspaper my junior and senior years.  The column was called Both Sides of the Mushroom, and tagged with a line from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland: “One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.”  The theme, or gimmick, as my journalism adviser called it, was my tendency to walk the line between childhood and adulthood.

Now, reading them back, I get the sense that I wasn’t nearly as good as I thought I was, though that may just be through the eyes of my harshest critic.  I’m either thrown back into the memory of each incident – who the unnamed friends were, how I really felt – or left wondering at my lack of a memory, having only the printed words to remind me of my experiences.  I’m kind of amazed at how I left romantic feelings and experiences out of my column entirely, and then I remember that, while I had plenty of the former during those years, I really had none of the latter.  (I got my first kiss at 16, sure, during a routine game of Truth or Dare, but I wouldn’t have a boyfriend until after I graduated, wouldn’t lose my virginity until I was nearly 19 – and that just because I was sick of having it.)  Mostly, I’m interested by, and a little proud of, the fact that not much about me has changed since then: my trial-and-error method of living, my insistence on doing it fully, and my calm and self-deprecating means of reflection as I attempt to learn and grow, are all in tact.

So, without further ado…

September 1998

October 1998

November 1998

December 1998

January 1999

February 1999

March 1999

April 1999

May 1999

June 1999

September 1999

October 1999

November 1999

December 1999

January 2000

February 2000

March 2000

April 2000

May 2000

June 2000

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5 Responses to Both Sides of the Mushroom

  1. Emily says:

    Yesssssss

  2. Ava says:

    I just had a wonderful dose of high school, and even better, our sweet innocence. I’m so glad you still have these.

    • Marie says:

      I have all of it – the memory books Andi had made for us are sitting on the table next to me right now. If you don’t have them, you’re welcome to borrow mine to read your old articles too.

      And re: sweet innocence: I know! I’d totally forgotten about that night in New York with the jumper and the dude with the bracelets. I just thought we found some random cops and took a picture with them. I miss you xoxox

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