
Dear Locker,
I was so excited when we met. You were my first locker. After years of suffering the indignities of cubbies, this was it! Dreams became reality!
Soon after, disappointment set in. Your door is so dented and banged up. It’s always stuck. Your lock is rusty and your walls are gunked up with some sophomore’s used gum. And what can I say about your shelves? Nothing.
You don’t have shelves. Which is a definite failure on your part.
I had such high hopes, but I guess it’s time to get reacquainted with my backpack. Which is SO HEAVY.
(No) Love,
Tess
Labels: backpack, gum, lockers, Notes from the Underclass, Tess