A MySpace message just asked me what I was like in high school… well…
When I was a senior, my hair was white-yellow and incredibly long. I thought when I grew up, I’d be a director. I thought when I grew up, I’d be 24.
And my friends were all gorgeous, to the point of distraction (or, if you were me, depression). One is now a movie star; another is dating one.
We sat on our school lawn one afternoon, and the hottest junior boy walked by. He looked like James Bond as a baby.
“Hey,” he said to the Movie Star.
She kissed him and brushed his freckles with the corner of her J. Crew scarf, and he nodded to us, trying to keep cool, and then ran away. Towards the football field we heard a giggle and a whoop, and knew it was him.
Then the hottest senior boy walked by. He looked like Indiana Jones as a kid.
“Hi,” he said to the Movie Star Girlfriend. When she looked up, the color drained so fast from his face, she had to hug him just to keep the blood inside his heart. Later in the dining hall, we saw him doing a victory lap by the cereal bins.
Then the oldest teacher at school hobbled by, with his cane. He was tweeded and gnarled, and he snarled “Hello, Missy,” at me, and I leapt up and hugged him, and we talked about getting tea, and then he plunked away.
The Movie Star and The Girlfriend gave me death glares.
“Damn you,” said the Movie Star. “I’ve been trying to get the faculty to notice me all semester!”
“You see teachers every day,” I blinked back. “What about the boys?”
“Oh who gives a shit about stupid boys,” growled The Girlfriend. “It’s so much cooler to be friends with adults.”
The next day, I asked the cutest guy in my chem class to a dance. He said yes, and I wore a vintage bridesmaid gown and he wore his dad’s old football tee and a blazer.
We had fun until our friends showed up and ruined it by staring.
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Ah yes, the oppresive gazes of teenage peers. In highschool, absolutely nothing is private. Every broken heel, bad hair day, and misguided fashion statement. I’m afraid being on a first name basis with your teachers was a lot less cool where I was going.
I always thought that when I grew up, I’d become a big shot with a team of personal assistants. Now I am the personal assistant working for some big shot, but honestly, I’m not complaining. At least now I don’t need an excuse to dress all corperate and posh, like Paris in court. hehe.
The three of you all turned out pretty ok, then, huh?
i’m living this right now.
it’s just teenage wasteland.
This sounds like me only a year ago, except my dad was a football coach so all the boys were afraid to talk to me. I asked a guy to homecoming my junior year, he said no. His hot older brother (who was a teacher at my school) told me the younger brother must be crazy to tell me no. High school boys were sort of stupid…
yeah, tough to be the geeky one in school. but at least you got a chance to develop your personality…. latebloomers are hot