A few years back when I had first heard of This American Life and very naively spoke of great appreciation without actually spending much time with it - a habit I and, let’s face it, many others are still extremely guilty of - I also learned of David Sedaris, who occasionally contributes stories to the aforementioned radio show. A friend from Florida met him around this same time and she got a picture of us signed; in the picture we are holding each other and he wrote, “Eileen - why don’t you ever hold me this way?”

Today I waited around seven hours to talk to him for some gratifying five minutes. And I’m not saying I reflected on my adolescence the whole time I was waiting. In fact in the last few hours I popped a squat on the floor and gaped at a Life Magazine book on the deep sea. But I think about who I was in the first photo signed and who I am now; that first photo was signed a little past the summer after my freshman year, and currently I am headed into the revered final summer before college. I won’t bother you with what has changed about me because we all know that high school changes everyone. My point is that my high school transformation has been bookended by David Sedaris, and in an odd but beautiful way it suits me perfectly. It’s just so strange and unintended.

In my book today he wrote, “Finally I can hold you, tiny enchantress.” Consequently this is first impression I hope to always give.

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