![]() ![]() ![]() And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you'll forget those, too. Sixteen-year-old Naomi Porter could tell you all about how she was found in an empty typewriter case in a Russian church, but I hate orphan stories. ![]() You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. ![]()
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