Small Town
Sep 25, 2021
1 minute
Michael Rubino
Editor-in-Chief
WENT TO my first “boy-girl” dance in 1982, the fall semester of my sixth-grade year. The theme was “Jack & Diane.” When a giddy eighth-grade girl first pitched—how stupid.’ I could tell our sponsor, the vice principal, felt the same, but I was outvoted.
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