I submitted my story quite some time ago, before the comic went on hiatus. She said at the time she liked it, but after she stopped updating I thought I’d never see it.
Today, though, I got the email from the update list - my childhood pain now immortalized in comic form!
Oh, thank you for this website. And your story–the one with the woodshop loser stool, I assume–sounds just like me in middle school. I’m dying over here. Now I’ve gotta dig through the cobwebs of blocked off memory for something of my own to submit.
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I’d sue for libel based on that artist’s conception of you.
:eek: Unless you really look like that…uh…
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Ha! No, I don’t look like that now, certainly. It does bear a passing resemblance - I was in 8th grade and I was convinced by my mom to get a perm on my long hair. It looked just dreadful - I remember that I nearly started to cry as soon as they started to take the rollers out. The kids started calling me “Fifi the Poodle” that year. I told the artist about that, and that I used to wear Champion sweatshirts with sweatpants and slouch socks. It’s what all the kids wore! Really!
Excuse me for being blunt, but are those supposed to be funny? I browsed through a couple of them, and they just remind me of what it was like before I started wrestling as a junior in high school. Or are they a way for people to identify with, and nod their heads saying, “yep, that’s me!*” Kind of like Dilbert, but in reverse, and not funny?
*Although I know this one is about one of us. Sorry about the situation, I know the feeling.