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November 2002 |
Behind the Curtain by Jenn Young
Pay No Attention to that Girl Behind the Curtain: Introducing the New Teen Columnist |
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| Picture a wild-eyed brunette adolescent sitting in
front of a computer at two in the morning. She keeps
squinting at the computer screen like she’s not
wearing her glasses—except she is, it's just that her
eyes have gone blurry with lack of sleep. She
occasionally nods at nothing in particular. Her
fingers are a blur as she types rather random future
column titles for this newsletter, such as "McDonalds
as a Mathematical Equation," "Stacking Books to
Maximize Car Space," or "Cosmetics as Writing Tools."
Every five minutes or so she opens a different window
and adds to an actual column in process. Assume that you are
reading words written under these circumstances, by
this particular Suspicious Character...welcome to
reality. I can almost hear your questions: What is this madness? Is she a nocturnal mutant? A native of a distant galaxy, sent to pilfer Utah’s Green Jell-O Salad recipes? No. She is merely an... unusual person—a homeschooler, if you must know. She fiercely defends her habit of reading the dictionary and just about anything else she can get her hands on. She turns pale with rage at the mention of the word 'chipmunk,' because she’s heard Billy Gilman’s singing described as such. (The nerve...!) By now you may have realized: the new columnist is none other than the Great and Terrible—mostly harmless, actually—Jenn Young, at your service (or something close to it). Salutations, everyone! (bows deeply, managing—barely—not to fall on her nose). Let me put it this way: don’t stand between me and my computer, and we'll get along fine. However, rest assured that I do posses a packet of Keyboard Censor Stickers, which I pull out whenever it begins to look like my caps lock is stuck. So don't worry too much. I lead an eventful life, in which dramatic tragedies abound. For instance, the other day, we thought our hard drive had up and died on us; turns out some cable was loose. It was still very tragic. Also for instance: the other day I saw someone walking out of the library with a copy of Mansfield Park. And in fact, that’s a long enough story for next month. Plan for exaggerated—(glances warily at Keyboard Censor Stickers)—erm, completely fictional accounts of my heroic efforts to get MY book (see above, Mansfield Park). Out of the goodness of my heart, I have decided to provide you with the answer to the answerless Public Schooler’s Question of the Month: "When are you going to go to REAL school?" Correct Response: "When the moon is conclusively proven to be made of green cheese, mermaids are discovered just off Alaska, and computer mice formulate an elaborate plot to take over the world. Simultaneously." (I suggest you clip this answer and keep it in your pocket for handy reference). My editor has politely requested that I invite you to vote on what columns you would especially like to see in print in the future. Please log onto www.schoolofabraham.com/behindthecurtain.htm and vote for your favorite topics (that way I will know if you really read this column or not--and besides, then you can see my web page I've been working on). To vote, click here
Parting is such sweet sorrow, dear readers, but it's been two hours since I got out my midnight snack, and the melted ice cream is beginning to run out of the box down the side of the counter. I am going now... I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye. Don't forget to vote! See you next time in the pages of history. Cheerfully and with great grace, Jenn Young
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