My mother and I were standing in some bureaucratic line with all the other students and their parents, waiting to fill out some paperwork. The first high school I attended was small, private and in upstate New York.
Of course I was terrified. Who'd say hi to me, who'd be new? Would my old friends come back this year? Would they still be my friends? There was a really pretty girl in line in front of me, a fellow classmate. I looked on silently at the back of her perfectly feathered brown hair (it was the 80's) and stood fidgeting next to my mother. How I prayed the lime-green wall I was leaning against would open up and transport me to a less anxiety-ridden dimension...
A super cute boy (who'd started the year before, I think) walked right past me and up to the pretty brunette with the perfect hair and said hello to her. She shrugged daintily, and pretended to be annoyed at him. When he tried to grab her hand, my fleeting crush on him died. This public announcement of affection informed all our curious teenaged eyes they were a couple.
"But, come on," he insisted, "I was busy before with my family, but I'm saying hi now."
"No, I won't hold your hand," she said playfully, "your hand is too big."
"No it isn't, hold yours up to mine and you'll see they match," he said. When she relented his face broke into a big, goofy grin.
My mother was watching all of this with interest and chuckling. The pretty brunette pulled her hand away from the boy's and told him "no, it's too late, you'll never get to hold my hand ever again." The boy walked away smiling.
My mother then turned to me with a big, amused smile on her face and said, "children are so fucking stupid."
1 comment:
You my dear, entertain the crap outta me! xoxo
-pam
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