It’s probably been ten years since I’ve seen this. It just fell out of a book I last used in a Noir Film symposium my senior year of college. My mom used to type things like this on her typewriter, then laminate and punch holes in them for me to put in a binder. When I rolled my eyes she convinced me that this was a normal thing that other kids had too. On the eve of the greatest risk of my life, a move from my tiny hometown in Hawaii to the wilds of New York, she folded this one in the lining of my duffel bag. Finding it reminds me one more time of the magic of lightening your load. As I thin down and pack up for this second greatest risk of my life, I am really glad that fourteen years ago I was dumb enough to believe it was normal to take cheesy laminated notes from your mommy to college.