THE JOSHLYN STORY by alice

I am sure you have met some intolerable people in your day. There is no doubt that every time you walk down the street you run into someone that you wish you never did. Or you find yourself complaining to the thin air in front of you about the obnoxious individual standing behind you at the cross walk. We all know these people and try to avoid them at all costs. Joshlyn is not one of these people.

Joshlyn is a girl with a mind; and a mind of her own. She passes tests with above average marks, yet does things that, although hilarious, can sometimes make you wonder where her mind really is. Her injury rate is about seventeen per day, and her mood swings are off the chart, yet very regular. From 8:00 am to 8:54 am she is the most jubilant creature in first period. Following first period from 9:00 am to 9:54 am is a storm of “You know what? I’m not even going to try talking to you right know!” and, “I’m not here as something to laugh at!” Luckily, a hug and a few flattering words can cure the atmosphere for the next needed minutes of peace.

Story Time and lunch hour are Joshlyn’s favorite times of the day. The first is enjoyed because of Joshlyn’s love of a good story; the second (though she won’t admit it) is a high point because of what I like to call the F.F.F.F. (The Flirt booth at the Flirt Fair in Town Flirtington on Planet Flirt Fest!) Of course the culprit in these flirt festivities shall remain nameless, but, if you ever want to stop by our table at lunch, I really don’t need to say more.

Story Time is only experienced when in the car with my mother, and usually a Jamba Juice near by. We then talk of past boy friends and embarrassing moments, and can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon!

Though a klutz and a boy crazy, Joshlyn is no less than the kindest person I’ve met. Her only rash comments are in jest, and the rest of her language consists of jokes, sympathy and compliments. Of course, there’s always the occasional complaint, but you can’t expect anything more from a girl who injures herself more often than she heals. Joshlyn, I may spend a great deal of my time laughing hysterically at you, but remember that it’s just another way of saying, “There’s nothing I hold more dearly than the way you lift my spirits and brighten my day,” or something like that. Joshlyn, I love you in the most un-creepy way possible. Don’t go changing!