Here’s a completed blog post based on the title — written in a nostalgic, reflective style suitable for a personal blog or music/memory journal. Miss Jones 2000 There are some songs that don’t just take you back to a year — they take you back to a person . And for me, that song is “Miss Jones 2000.”
I never told her, but I started rewriting the Counting Crows song in my journal. “I wanna be a lion / But instead I’m a shy kid in the second row / And Miss Jones says don’t worry / That’s just your story starting slow.” Corny, I know. But at 15, it felt like a secret handshake with the universe. Miss Jones 2000
Miss Jones was my sophomore English teacher. She was probably in her late twenties at the time, but to a 15-year-old, she seemed impossibly old and impossibly young at the same time. She wore clogs even when it wasn’t raining. She had a shelf of worn paperbacks in the corner of the classroom — books she’d bought with her own money because the school library was underfunded. And she had this way of leaning against the chalkboard, arms crossed, listening to a student stumble through an answer as if that student was the only person in the room. Here’s a completed blog post based on the