#5: Night of the Living Prom

“More Americans lose their virginity on prom night than any other night in their lives.”
Halifax, Nova Scotia | June of 1995 | By RYAN MURPHY

 
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Mind Your P’s and C’s

“Words that start with a hard consonant like B, K, or P, and are followed by a vowel sound such as “eee” or “uhh,” are particularly difficult, which is why being named Pete Cummin sucks.”
Fall of 1995 | Boston, Massachusetts | By PETE CUMMIN

The Poor Man’s Mena

“In a mining town of decreasing population, I could pass for a famous actress — at least until the cameras rolled.”
August 2006 | Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania | By AMANDA BROWN

The i-Infection

“Yesterday, we may have been bartenders or IT managers or college students enjoying our summer break; today we are line sitters.”
June 2007 | San Francisco, California | By MIKE HOLMES

Why Jogging is Overrated

“Our class was made up of jocks who actually enjoyed this sort of stuff, greasers who saw it as an open invitation from the public-education system to pound the bejesus out of someone with relative impunity.”
Fall of 1971 | distant suburbs of Detroit, Michigan | By CURT MacDOUGALL

The Height of Despair

“You have only to look at my school photographs to witness the embarrassment of being a tall, plain weed in a bed of tiny rosebuds.”
1960s | Cheltenham, United Kingdom | By TERESA HEWITT

Me Versus Allen Ginsberg

“I was the subject of a study at the University of Connecticut, and learned there that I lack the ability to differentiate between different voices.”
1994 | University of Connecticut | By SCOT NOLAN

Sideways

“I made it halfway across the street before I heard the loud thump of the front grill of a Plymouth Mercury connect with my rear end.”
March 2005 | Washington, DC | By MAURA JUDKIS

Give Peas a Chance

“I should have sent him home, but somehow, we got into a conversation, and I forgot that he was a half-naked stranger.”
1999 | San Diego, California | By SARA IRENE

Something Old, Something Nude

“My first instinct was to let out a girlish scream and cover myself, but since this was a ‘clothing optional’ beach, I knew that would be a faux pas.”
September 1996 | Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts | By PETE CUMMIN