By The Backpage Editors of The People (Helen B-J. ’21 and Becca G. ’21)
How did I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I loved thee to the depth and breadth and height,
Of the boundaries of off-campus privileges, when in school,
For seeking lunch and ways to fill my “study breaks.”
I loved thee to the level of every day’s
Most unending hunger, by sun and fluorescent lights.
I loved thee freely, as did the barista who offered free coffees in exchange for some light flirting,
I loved thee with the passion put to use
When writing last-minute English papers, and with my adolescence’s faith.
I loved thee with a love I seemed to lose,
The day I got my first math exam back. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, and copious tears, of all my highschool life; and, if Ms. Pelmas choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
(Lightly plagiarized from Elizabeth Barret Browning’s sonnet, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” Look it up!)
Also. We, as your grieving Backpage Editors, thought it might be nice for you to see how moved we were when we heard of this TRAGEDY. We present to you two emails written to Ms. Pelmas on the matter: