“In my last two years in high school, my face was pocked with pimples, I stammered when I spoke; if I made a mistake, I blushed furiously, and when nervous, as I was in the company of girls, I perspired freely.” IfsLifeYearsMadeTwoSchoolLastsFacesSuccessGirlMistakeCompanyHigh SchoolNervousTwo YearsSpokesSuccess In LifeMade A MistakeI Made A MistakePimples Author:Joseph L. Mankiewicz
“Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came soften'd from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that low'd to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.” MindChildrenMadeSchoolYoungSoundVoiceStepsWatchesLaughingDogSweetWindLowsRoseNotesConfusionEveningHillsLoudSpokesVillageShadePoolPausesSoberCarelessHerdsWhisperingGeeseNoisyVacantNightingalesMingling Author:Oliver Goldsmith
“I had my first kiss under a tree near the school. It was with a boy named Michael who rarely spoke, but he would sometimes give me one of the cookies from his lunch. Maybe it was the gifts that made me feel special? I don't know, but when our lips touched, it felt magical.” KnowsGivingFeelsFirstsMadeSometimesSchoolFeltBoysTreeSpecialKissingGive MeLipsTouchedSpokesLunchCookiesFirst KissMy First Kiss Author:Paula Abdul