I remember a note
that I got in eighth grade
left on my desk
scrawled with loopy pink letters.
"If you did your hair,
lost the glasses
and changed your clothes
you'd be pretty cute."
I have contacts now
but haven't showered today
and am wearing a shirt I found in a bin
but I think I'm pretty cute anyways.
We never had a chance Nikki.
The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
1 comment:
that's hilarious:)
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