A friend of mine had her Sweet 16 party this evening. It was - get this - a skating party. Like, roller skating. Roller skating, here, is a very big Thing, in the elementary schools. Every elementary school, once a month or so, has skate night, which serve as a fund raiser for the PTA. Then, in middle school, the Thing becomes going out on Friday/Saturday nights with your friends, and going skating. You generally stop doing this around freshman year, beacuse the skating rink is full of 6th- and 7th- grade kids.
I was not one of those kids who went sakting on Saturday night with their friends, the primary reason being that I had no friends in seventh grade. Literally. I was a depressed anti-social geek who had one friend in the beginning of the year. Then, she completely dumped me and eventually moved away, leaving me with a total friend count of zero. And seeing how I was twelve and desperate wanting to fit in and, you know, not spend lunch EVERY DAY in my English classroom chatting with my teacher about various books I’d read (and thus exponentially increasing my Geek Quotient), and maybe even have some friends to go skating with on weekends.
But tonight, at the skating rink, revelling in the fact that I did, indeed, have friends, I found myself laughing. About myself in seventh grade. As in, the worst year of my life, in which I had no friends. The year in which the b*tch who lived two houses down tortured me on the bus, every day (That actually ended when I lost my temper, got in a fight on the bus, and nearly knocking her out, but that’s kinda another story). This laughter at myself, coupled with the realization that I was not by any means the only complete outcast in middle school, can only be defined as Uber-Cool.
Anyway, not sure why I’m posting this, just kind of want to blab to someone about it (and of course, the parental units Just Don’t Get It). Yeah.