SINCE WHEN AM I GRADUATING
AM I NOT STILL IN 6TH GRADE? IN SOCIAL STUDIES, THE CLASSROOM WHERE THE BEES WOULD FLY IN AND SCARE THE POPULAR GIRLS, WHO WOULD SQUEAL AND RUN AROUND. CALLING BOYS’ HOUSES FROM THE POOL PHONE, JUST TO HEAR THEIR VOICE AND HANG UP. VERA BRADLEY BACKPACKS/PURSES, I STILL REMEMBER THE PATTERNS PEOPLE HAD. SCIENCE CLASS, SITTING NEXT TO A REALLY BIG GIRL, BEING SQUISHED UP AGAINST THE TABLE LEG. LANGUAGE ARTS, WITH MY TEACHER WITH THE LARGE BUTT. READING LOGS, 600 MINUTES EVERY 2 WEEKS OF READING.
SEVENTH GRADE, WITH MY INTENSE CRUSH ON HIM. THAT HAD LASTED FOR AWHILE, THEN BUILT UP OVER TIME. TRYING SO HARD, JUST TO GET HIM TO NOTICE ME. WAS SUCCESSFUL. AND THEN THE THING WITH THE GIRL HAPPENED, AND I HATED HER. WHO NOW I DON’T HATE. WHO I ACTUALLY DON’T MIND. WHO I AM OKAY WITH. Writing that note. Debating on whether it got my point across. Whether it was harsh enough. Deciding, it would be wise to write “BITCH” across the inside of it, really big. Putting it in her locker. Having to sit next to her in Algebra I, writing her a note, asking if she was mad at me or not, and she shook her head “no” back at me.
I REMEMBER THIS ALL SO CLEARLY.
HOW AM I GRADUATING.
WHAT.
