Karen Quinn

Who I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet you, of course. So far, I've met some very wonderful people on my space. I wish I'd had this when I was in high school. Maybe then I wouldn't have had to go through years of therapy to get over the pain of those years. Oh wait, they weren't THAT painful. I had a football player boyfriend, but he had a massive rear end, so that kind of negated the glory of it (Gosh, I hope he never reads this, but if he does - Larry, I swear my love for you was far bigger than your butt). Also lessening the pain of high school was the fact that I was the student council president. Oddly, my husband was president of HIS student council. Isn't it weird how student coucil presidents get together and marry? Maybe I can write a book about that - When Student Council Presidents Marry. Have I been spelling council right? Is it council or counsel? That's like principle. I can never remember if it's principle or principal. The way to keep that one straight is to keep in mind that your high school school principal is your PAL. Well, mine wasn't. He ran off with one of my classmates. It was a terrible scandal, as you can imagine. He only had one arm, although he often wore a fake arm with a hook thingie on the end so he could pick stuff up. It was very primitive. The newer ones are much more effective (as far as I know, not that I've gone shopping for one lately, or ever). Wait, what was the question...