My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop

My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop.In my wanderings around the interwebs, I stumbled across a blog hop happening this marvelous first day of summer called the My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop.  It’s being hosted by Christa Desir and Amy Sonnichsen and we’re supposed to “Dust off those old sappy journals or high school notebooks filled with bad poetry” and pick something to share.

It sounded like so much fun I decided to participate.  Just one problem – I didn’t keep a journal in high school.  I know that probably puts me in the minority of writers in general, but especially YA writers.  I think I spent so much of my time reading books and living fictional adventures that it never occurred to me to think deep thoughts about my own super boring life.

I did write a few poems, although none of those angsty, yearning, romantic sonnets or deep, philosophical, navel-gazing poems from me.  Instead, my masterpiece was a spoof of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.  We had to memorize Jabberwocky one year, and it’s now the only poem I can still recite in full, which is strange considering all the bizarre words.  Anyway, at some point I rewrote Jabberwocky as Jabberflu-y.  I remember being mighty pleased with myself when I wrote it, and it still makes me smile when I think about it because it was so fun and silly.  I'm not sure it really fits the blog hop theme since it doesn't have Angela Chase-type teen angst, but it is a peak into how my weirdo adolescent mind worked.  
 
Unfortunately, I looked in all the likely hiding places, but I couldn’t find it.  I hope it’s in storage because the world should not be deprived of the awesomeness that was Jabberflu-y.  But in another instance of my brain retaining the most random stuff, I do remember parts of it.  So since I signed up to share my teen writing, I’ll post the parts I can recall.  And I’m certain the sections I’ve forgotten were the truly hysterical parts that practically sang with their mastery of language. 
 
Jabberflu-y
 
‘Twas feverish and the snotty nose
Did run and dribble down the face
Beware the Jabberflu, my son!
The body that aches, the eyes that itch!
A-choo! A-choo! Bless you, bless you!
The clogged up lungs went hacka-hack!
He felt dead with his stuffed head
And collapsed upon his back.
 
“And hast thou caught the Jabberflu?
Come to my arms, my poor sick boy!
Drink your OJ, you’ll get better I pray!”
 
And that’s all my creaky ol’ brain can muster up - although I’m kind of impressed since it’s more than twenty years later.  I actually wouldn’t be that upset if my brain decided to relinquish that particular hard drive space to, oh I don’t know, remembering where I put my keys.
 
Did you keep a journal or write poetry when you were a teen?  If so, what do you think when you read it now?  If not, do you wish you had kept one?  

Comments

Medeia Sharif's picture

That is quite clever. :)

I didn't keep my poems from my early teen years, but I kept ones from my later years. Reading them now almost feels like a stranger wrote them since I've changed so much.

Suzi's picture

You have got a great memory.

And that's pretty funny!

Christa's picture

Ha! This is perfect. Can't believe you remembered this. And it's hilarious. :)

M.J. Fifield's picture

I love this. It's fantastic.

In the 8th grade, I wrote a parody of the Gettysburg Address that had an algebra theme. I unfortunately don't remember any of it except that it was very popular with my friends.

Adriana Ryan's picture

Hahahha! Lovely! I like the lungs going hacka-hack. :) God, I kept stacks of journals in high school, full of something I think was meant to be poetry. ;)

Amy Sonnichsen's picture

I am very impressed, not only with your creativity, but with your memory! Nice work! :) Thanks so much for participating. This has been so much fun!

Anjali's picture

What a great idea! Makes me want to look for my old journals when I go back to my parents' house this summer!

Love the poem! It's far more creative than a high school journal, anyway!

andrea's picture

I wish I had kept a journal, as I think it would be interesting to read what happened to be able to compare it to the memories to see how distorted they ay be. The poetry doesn't really fill in all of the blanks as there aren't that many. Your poem reminds me of this allergy season a bit! :)

LisaAnn's picture

Love this! Just dug up some stacks of old journals from the basement... This is the best blog hop I've ever been part of!

Kat Owens 's picture

Love this! It feels just like a children's rhyme, that you might hear kids chanting during the Black Death or something! :0)

Jocelyn Rish's picture

Thanks everyone for the comments about my silly poem.  If I can find the whole thing in storage, I'll post it.  It's been so much fun hopping around the other blogs reading people's entries.  It makes me even more bummed that I didn't keep journals while growing up.  

michelle's picture

I love your spoof, it's clever and funny! You have quite a memory.
My mum has a dusty, musty cubby-hole full of old papers & books... I wonder if I'd be able to locate some of my teenage poetry there? Nah, think it must be long gone by now...

Sheenah Freitas's picture

*applauds* Very nice! That was entertaining. Shame you can't find it. I would've enjoyed reading the full version.

I never kept a journal either. The journal thing sort of died after people kept finding my diary. >_> But I did write many a short story and flash fiction. Poetry was never my thing. If you wanted to read my short stories I wrote as a teen, I compiled them all into an anthology. And it's supposed to go on a freebie next weekend. :)

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