Proof

that I was simultaneously:

• A huge dork in high school 

And:

• A little ahead of my time

In 10th grade (I think), we were all forced to write love sonnets in English class.

Either I didn't have a specific love interest at the time or I did, but I didn't think it was any of Ms. Eisenberg's (I'm reaching... I think her name at least sounded like Eisenberg) business.

Instead, I wrote a love sonnet about my favorite pair of shoes (a fabulous pair of pink moccasin loafers).

Gosh, I wish I still had that poem.

Hell, I wish I still had the shoes!