Awkward, chubby, acne prone, big fuzzy hair, lonely, always trying to fit in but feeling like I'm never getting it quite right.
Promiscuous, but still a virgin. Slightly slutty, you might say.
Independent. I lived on my own since I was a junior.
A shopper of thrift stores.
Because I never quite knew who "I" was, I tended to have friends from every group--the drama kids, the stoners, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the band geeks.
My "in" crowd ended up being the drama crew.
Every major dance date I had ended up being gay later in life. Hmmmm.
I was a band geek (flute) for 8th, 9th and 10th grade. I wanted to play the drums, but those were for boys. I hated the flute.
I tried out for cheerleading in Jr. High and sucked really bad.
I was the stats keeper for the girls bb team in 9th grade because I couldn't actually play bb.
I was in a couple of school plays, but never anything more than small roles/bits as I couldn't properly sing/dance/act.
I didn't have the opportunity to be in any activities since my junior year I was on my own and only went to school 1/2 day so I could work full time.
I could not WAIT to get out of high school and my small town.
I lived here:
Which was right down the street from the high school.
It also no longer exists as I grew up in....Joplin, Missouri.
I feel horrible for the people that were affected. My aunt and uncle were pulled from the rubble. They lost everything, but they are alive. For me, it seems like an awful news story. I hated this place so much, I am disconnected. I am so sad for everyone there, but it doesn't feel like a part of me.
5 comments:
Wow, intense. Very difficult HS experience, and then what happened to your home... so sorry.
Intense is a good word for it. So thankful you got out. <3
Oh dear. First off, I'm glad your family is safe. It's difficult to imagine being in that situation.
On the second note, Look-at-you-NOWWWWWWWWW! :D It's amazing that you were working full time during school, shows your determination to get out of there.
umm, I'm gonna need some pictures.
crazy world. i can understand why you don't feel connected to the place, but am still sorry to hear about what's happened to your hometown.
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