I Love You, Beth Cooper

There we were, sitting right of center and preparing to hear our valedictorian speak, when Mary leaned in and whispered: "I've always had a bit of a crush on you."

My stomach flopped, and my throat became dry. I continued staring straight ahead, waiting for the smartest kid in the class to tell us we should go forth and conquer the world.

"What?" I hoped she replied with something else, because Mary was way out of my league. I didn't need that sort of pressure at such a crucial transition in my life.

"Nothing," she said.

Sigh . . .




If only we could be as brave as Denis Cooverman.

Although our lives may not be as outrageous and exaggerated as this goofy teen coming-of-age flick, we would be better off if we, like Cooverman, spoke openly and more honestly about how we wanted our lives to be.