Here is a part of the memoir that fallon wrote for her college composition class. I am posting some of this story on dude sweat because it is a rather touching story and I enjoyed reading it. It is even about some of you!
That faultless uplifting high speed chord progression of “You’re Not Salinger. Get Over It” by The Wonder Years is what every pop punk band strives to deliver, just asking you to get off your feet and punch the wall closest to you out of complete bliss. The epic build up of “So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower”‘s bring you back down to earth only to blast you off again in a grand mix of marvelous goose bumps and completely satisfied smiles from ear to ear. You’ll want to jump around like a goon regardless of your current setting. The close makes you realize your petty small town sucks from tip to toe, therefore it’s time to pull all your friends together and escape. It captures the carefree, liberated pop punk spirit within you that is currently restrained by the lousy hick town you reside in and makes it so completely obvious that you’ve been missing out on everything that is life. So you get away. You absent yourself from every constant streaming complaining mouth that only brings you down, every trivial annoyance that only pulls you further into the depths of utter unhappiness, and metaphorically start living. That’s when you meet the type of people that alter your life forever. The dirty, artsy, do-it-yourself, intimidating kids with an absolute “no care” attitude on anything and everything become your only family. You are home. This is the kind of song unforgettable memories are made to. And many a memory I did make to that very song during the summer of 2008.
