No, I'm talking about long, beautiful notes, written in purple jelly pens, with doodles in the margins, sometimes several pages long and folded like origami envelopes. Those were real notes. Those were notes worth passing. Those were notes you guarded with your life because they often contained gushing paragraphs about how your crush's hair looked extra sexy that day.
|Here the bee is being drawn and quartered... by rats.|
Yeah, my friends and I were weird.
With other friends we talked about classes, hockey, friends, dreams, teachers, whatever was on our minds. Going back now and reading them almost brings a tear to my eyes (sappy, I know). I wonder if note passing is a lost art. Do kids still do it or have texts take over completely? I would be sad for the younger generations if that's the case. There just isn't as much creativity and excitement in a "omg matt is sooo hot 2day!" text as there is in a handwritten master piece like these.