So I was thinking the other day, and I’m not really sure why, way back in the 7th grade, our English class did a project where we put all of our stories, essays, poems and everything together in a book. The teacher gathered all of them together and gave us a copy at the end of the year. Just before she put it all together, she told us we had to come up with a suitable name for a title. She left the room while we talked about it. We wrote a few things on the board, had some short discussions, and finally came up with a name:
GOOD BATHROOM READING
No joke. This was what we wanted the title of all of our hard work to be. And dammit if she didn’t shoot it down the moment we told her. To this day, I still have no idea what we ended titling that project. But I do know one thing, I would have ALWAYS remembered GOOD BATHROOM READING.
Dammit.
