I found this on the sidewalk outside our home some time ago and I took it upon myself to scan it:
Oh man, can you imagine receiving that note? You’re innocently doodling in your notebook during Social Studies when out of the corner of your eye you see a note making its way up the aisle to you, one person at a time. And then you open it to find this. Gah.
It got me thinking.
I have a treasure-trove of my own notes – both sent and received – stashed away in the basement somewhere. I need to sort through them (and make sure my kids don’t find them first of course) and see what’s worth holding on to.
My collection is a small, somewhat distorted, pinhole-camara type view of my school years. It could practically be its own socio-anthropological study. What were the big issues back then? What kind of person was I in my teen years?
Related: wouldn’t you like to see what kind of notes your parents passed back and forth in class, or your grandparents?
I can’t help but wonder, do kids pass notes in school anymore or is it all about texting? And when the texts are deleted, will those kids have anything to keep in their basements when they grow up? *sigh* I feel like such an old lady sometimes.