Big Nate (11/11/10)

This strip reminds me of two seminal moments from my youth. The first moment occurred in high school when my Writer’s Club friends and I were locked out of our meeting room because we no longer had a faculty sponsor. That lockout inspired a year’s worth of clandestine meetings, sans adults. My friends and I met on school grounds, in nearby diners, and at random parks in order to read and critique each other’s poems. It was perfect, really. The second (somewhat less seminal) moment occurred in grammar school. I was a huge fan of Garfield at the time and was encouraged to do a drawing of the tubby tabby. I did a tracing instead. It was lame.

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