I HAD A CUNNING PLAN.
Had I been given a locker [insert angry rant here], I would have wanted to do this idea that my friend and I thought up one day. We would pick a random locker, and initiate a conversation with its owner by slipping a note into the locker. My friend and I would have a special locker in which the recipient of our letters would put his/her replies.
I had even started to plan out the first note. Here's its first draft (that I probably wouldn't have used, but still. I thought it was fun):
Dear recipient,
Congratulations, for you are reading this note and perhaps witnessing the first of its kind. At least the first of which I am aware.
Now, before you begin yelling, "AAH, someone knows where my locker is!" at the top of your lungs, causing glass windows to shatter and eardrums to burst, allow me to explain. I do, in fact, know where your locker is. I do not, however, know you you, the owner of the locker, are. WTF, you may wonder. Then why are you writing this? Good question. Have you noticed how people avert their eyes as others pass them? How people never talk in elevators? How the world is cold to strangers? And who can blame it? After all, we live in the era of "don't talk to strangers." (Of course, it should be "don't talk to creepy strangers in trench coats, balaclavas and sunglasses in vans that have 'FREE CANDY' written sloppily on the side with sharpie," but that's beside the point.) How drab and boring that makes the world!
So let's decrease worldsuck by talking to strangers! (But not the type mentioned above.) More specifically, to each other. It'll be like Tom Riddle's diary, except I'm not evil! Okay, that wasn't the best comparison, I'll admit. It'll be like pen pals through lockers! Respond however you like--a note, random pictures, a limerick, a haiku, whatever. :)
Best wishes,
Locker #[if we had a locker, its number would go here]
I had even started to plan out the first note. Here's its first draft (that I probably wouldn't have used, but still. I thought it was fun):
Dear recipient,
Congratulations, for you are reading this note and perhaps witnessing the first of its kind. At least the first of which I am aware.
Now, before you begin yelling, "AAH, someone knows where my locker is!" at the top of your lungs, causing glass windows to shatter and eardrums to burst, allow me to explain. I do, in fact, know where your locker is. I do not, however, know you you, the owner of the locker, are. WTF, you may wonder. Then why are you writing this? Good question. Have you noticed how people avert their eyes as others pass them? How people never talk in elevators? How the world is cold to strangers? And who can blame it? After all, we live in the era of "don't talk to strangers." (Of course, it should be "don't talk to creepy strangers in trench coats, balaclavas and sunglasses in vans that have 'FREE CANDY' written sloppily on the side with sharpie," but that's beside the point.) How drab and boring that makes the world!
So let's decrease worldsuck by talking to strangers! (But not the type mentioned above.) More specifically, to each other. It'll be like Tom Riddle's diary, except I'm not evil! Okay, that wasn't the best comparison, I'll admit. It'll be like pen pals through lockers! Respond however you like--a note, random pictures, a limerick, a haiku, whatever. :)
Best wishes,
Locker #[if we had a locker, its number would go here]
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Comment by Clover on September 30, 2009 at 1:32am -
This sounds like a fun idea. I'd have loved to have recieved a note like that. Still would actually. Hope you can rework your idea somehow!
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