My fruit-striped career

For some reason, I recently hearkened back to 7th grade math class. It was the first week of school. I remember sitting there in the front row. There were lots of cute boys (ie, smelly 7th graders with bowl-cuts or gelled, pokey hair), and I was thrilled to the brim.

I decided to buy some Fruit Stripe gum. You know, the rainbow zebra gum? I planned on chewing it seductively as to enchant the boy I sat in front of. The next day, I tried. It didn't work.

I wish I would have paid more attention in class.