Tales of Tenth Grade

          When asked to describe their ideal partner, many people have an exact map of what s/he will look like.  "Oh, he'll have green eyes and tan skin, curly brown hair, and he has to be tall."  "Oh, she'll have blue eyes, blonde hair, and she has to be  short."  In fact, height is the second-most lied about detail on dating platforms (the first being occupation).  So, why all this emphasis on height in our love lives?  As a tall female (even though I'd hardly qualify 5'8" as overly lengthy), this whole preference puts me at a disadvantage.  So, I've decided to find an answer as to why short girls are preferred over tall ones and tall guys are preferred over short ones.  Without further ado, I present to you my definitive study:           We're gonna start out with the male perspective of things.  I conducted an anonymous poll with x guys and asked them two questions: a.) what is the id...

The Picnic The night was oddly bright.  Although midnight, the moon peeked from behind the curtains of clouds surrounding everything within the sky.  One blanket lay beneath them, a basket with picnic food between the couple stargazing at the wild sky in amazement.  But they weren’t a couple, not yet at least. Corey Taylor was a sheepish boy of seventeen with a crush.  Samantha Sanders was a boisterous girl of sixteen with a friend.  (See the problem here?) Their strings simply were not fated to cross, at least not in their current lifetimes. It was a sheer spur of the moment decision to come out to the ridge tonight, or so Samantha thought.  Corey had been planning this night for years. She was Juliet to his Romeo, and he was finally going to make a move on the girl he’d been eyeing for years.  Of course Samantha had agreed to sneak out-she was, after all, a boisterous girl of sixteen. Corey had packed the bag...