I’m Still Embarrassed About Stuff I Did 15 Years Ago

A year later I had graduated to the somehow more painful age of 11 and moved up to Big School. I liked a new boy – let’s call him Tom 2 (the sequel) – and everyone knew it. One day, a team of pubescent pimples (aka Year 8s) bounded up to me at break and handed me a crumpled note. Will u go…