When I was in high school, my
attractive algebra teacher had this saying. Every Friday when the bell rang for us to leave his class he'd say, "Have a good weekend. Make good choices!"
|During my junior year of high school|
|Deziree and I|
|Emily and I at prom just a few weeks after that night|
Without another word being said and my algebra teacher's awkward "make good choices" reminder echoing in my head, I jumped on the back of the guy's back. And those first word's I'll never forget...
"You know I'm not the other twin, right?"