Chalk Tease:

Dear Jill,

Thanks for letting me spend an entire school year longing for you when you knew from the start that you were never going to give me a shot. All the time I spent thinking about you, all the bad poetry I wrote for you, all the little gifts I snuck onto your desk when I thought you weren't looking, all for nothing. So what if you were 32 and I was 12 at the time? You could have been honest with me instead of leading me on, stringing me along all the way through the 6th grade. And to think, I clapped your erasers for you. I was such a sap.