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June 12, 2003
Millicent Min was great, fantastic, wonderful... but reminded me of all the humiliations of my middle school years. Ugh. Like the time two eleven year old girls stood behind me as I ate my lunch and argued over who was going to get to tell me that the boy I was "going out" with (an embarrassing story for another day) didn't like me any more. Or the crank calls at my house, the inventive name-calling, or... well... now I'm just wallowing. Some day those memories won't sneak up on me and make me want to hide under my bed.
Replies: 9 comments Name calling? Like what? I got "buck tooth" (overbite), "john boy" (white), and "Jeffery Dahmer" (scruffy facial hair). On second thought, maybe you don't want to post those on the internet. Maybe I should delete this comment, since it serves no purpose. But, I won't.Posted by Tim @ 06/14/2003 02:59 AM EST Jeffrey Dahmer seems like kind of a stretch. Creative, though.Posted by El Jefe Sarazin @ 06/14/2003 09:09 AM EST You aren't missing much in terms of names. The people making fun of me weren't all that inventive, just mean spirited. The cruelty of middle school girls and all.The creative stuff happened when I was younger. My best story is probably the time the school handed out baggies of stuff to everyone for Halloween that included packets of hot chocolate (this was in... oh maybe fourth grade). So as we're all walking home, one guy dumped the chocolate in his mouth, swished it around a little and then spit it on my white shirt. And the whole crowd of kids laughed. I think the worst part was explaining the mess to Mom when I got home. Posted by Elizabeth @ 06/14/2003 09:29 AM EST That's pretty terrible about your shirt.I wonder if I will be able to avoid beating the hell out of other people's children if I ever have any. Posted by Tim @ 06/14/2003 07:28 PM EST :) You should probably figure that out before the event arises.I can't really bring myself to say that the tortures of my public education were good for me, but I must say that I appreciate friends. Probably more than I would if I'd always had them. Posted by Elizabeth @ 06/14/2003 11:09 PM EST One of my favorite things about being grown up is not always having to assume that people are going to be mean to me. But sometimes I forget. And I don't think I'll ever be completely over it.Posted by Liz @ 06/15/2003 08:23 PM EST The first and only real dare I accepted (remember truth or dare?)as a kid involved running around outside naked. I was eight and it was an evil couple of eight year old girls I was hanging out with. They locked the door on me. And waited a good couple of minutes while I was yelling at them and banging on the door before letting me back in.This event provided a whole new perspective on risk taking that made me a party pooper for several years. :) Posted by Elizabeth @ 06/15/2003 09:03 PM EST I think that beats the chocalate thing. Made me laugh, though.Posted by Tim @ 06/16/2003 11:34 AM EST Yeah well, I wasn't sure if it tripped over that line between funny and pathetic... the chocolate story is safer. But I knew that you, at least, would find it entertaining.Posted by Elizabeth @ 06/16/2003 07:19 PM EST |
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