|GHP 1985. |
We didn't have yearbooks, so we bought journals and signed them for each other. I can't quite describe what it was like being dropped down in a group of teenagers who could quote literature to each other with total sincerity because we all LOVED IT. Or whatever our particular intellectual enthusiasms were. It was a place where intellectual enthusiasm wasn't "weird"; for the first time in our lives for most of us, it was currency.
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