| Author: | Isha Nagappan | ISBN: | 9789352068609 |
| Publisher: | Notion Press | Publication: | April 8, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Notion Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | Isha Nagappan |
| ISBN: | 9789352068609 |
| Publisher: | Notion Press |
| Publication: | April 8, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Notion Press |
| Language: | English |
Nostalgia is a funny thing, isn’t it? Sometimes it reminds us of a period in the past that makes us so very unhappy but sometimes brings to mind, things that gave us the most happiness. These memories, good or bad, are the only things we will be carrying with us, no matter where life takes us. These memories are what make us who we are. I am eighteen years old and going off to college and even though the world would call me an “adult,” I still feel like I have so much left to see and learn. Join me, Alisha, as I take a walk down memory lane to a time when teenage drama was at its peak, hashtags were not “cool,” the battle with acne was never-ending, feelings for a boy wavered more than an opera singer’s voice, when friends and family did not mean two different things, and every single problem seemed to be the end of the world. Stand with me as I recollect every blunder I committed and be sure to smile with me as I remember all the high moments in life. For all you know, you might even be able to relate to a thing or two. So sit back, relax, and forget all about your drama as you read about mine. Love, Just Another Teenage Girl.
Nostalgia is a funny thing, isn’t it? Sometimes it reminds us of a period in the past that makes us so very unhappy but sometimes brings to mind, things that gave us the most happiness. These memories, good or bad, are the only things we will be carrying with us, no matter where life takes us. These memories are what make us who we are. I am eighteen years old and going off to college and even though the world would call me an “adult,” I still feel like I have so much left to see and learn. Join me, Alisha, as I take a walk down memory lane to a time when teenage drama was at its peak, hashtags were not “cool,” the battle with acne was never-ending, feelings for a boy wavered more than an opera singer’s voice, when friends and family did not mean two different things, and every single problem seemed to be the end of the world. Stand with me as I recollect every blunder I committed and be sure to smile with me as I remember all the high moments in life. For all you know, you might even be able to relate to a thing or two. So sit back, relax, and forget all about your drama as you read about mine. Love, Just Another Teenage Girl.
