by Lynelle Herndon

Created on: April 18, 2008

Although it happened well over 10 years ago, this thing is can easily have the title of most embarrassing ascribed to it. Perhaps it's the formative junior high years that creates the environment for such embarrassment to happen in the first place.

Sitting on the right side of the front table in Ms. Ashbury's biology class, I had the advantage of appearing to be paying acute attention to the lesson, while simultaneously peering at the rest of the students in the room. My best school friend at the time sat next to me towards the right, and she could see everyone I could see. Kevin sat all the way across the classroom, and was completely oblivious to the attention we would pay him. We talked about him all the time, about how cute he was and what if he were our boyfriend. I don't quite remember how it all got started, but one day she dared me to send me a secret admirer letter. Never one to back down from a challenge, I immediately began to compose the letter. She managed to drop it into his backpack without him seeing her, and with that the secret admirer games had officially been launched.

We knew we'd have to wait at least a day before we heard anything about the note since biology was the last period of the day. As we rode the school bus home together we quietly speculated on what would happen once he found the letter. It didn't take long for the 7th grade class to be buzzing about Kevin's new secret admirer. Inevitably everyone got caught up in the guessing game of who it could be, including me and my best friend. We were ecstatic that not only had it turned into a huge deal, but we were not outed either. Thus we could continue puppeteering Kevin and the rest of the 7th grade class around by randomly delivering the notes throughout the day. Naturally it would've been too obvious if he kept getting the notes in his bag during 8th period, so we devised different strategies for getting them into his locker and notebooks as well.

My first period of the day was math class, a class in which I sat directly across from Kevin. The secret admirer games had been going on for over a week now, and I, in a gutsy move, decided to deliver the note to him myself then and there. As usual, Kevin was goofing off with friends and his attention was completely diverted from the open Trapper Keeper that lie on the desk in front of him. I figured I could slip the note out of my pocket and under a few loose leafs of the notebook paper in one swift move. I doubted he would notice the

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