This continues the stories of my life. The twelfth instalment is here. The rest can be found here.
In my last year of elementary school, I had to change schools. No, I wasn't suspended or anything. The year before, my father and the local parenting association had led a crusade to close down the little school I had attended since we moved to the big city. There were 75 people in the entire school at the time. Each class was a split of some kind and the school was just too small.
I was told the reason the parents in the area wanted the school to be closed (or felt it was necessary) was so that the students would not have to suffer the shock of going from a small school to a huge high school. So, I suffered the shock of being separated from all my friends, going to a school I'd never been to, being separated by my former classmates as the only "out of school" person in my split class, and being 13 years old.
Good plan, parental beings. Good plan.
Now, I don't blame my father. For this thing. It turned out to be a good thing for my younger siblings and that was important. However, my best friend decided to go to the local high school for Grade 8, my other friends were put into the bigger class without me, and I was alone. Me, two new immigrants, two dweebie boys, a shy girl, and 4 of the meanest girls elementary school had ever seen. Mix that with hormones of a pre-teen and a newly emerging attitude, the world was a miserable place indeedy.
I started the new school being the 3rd tallest girl instead of tallest. I was sought out for the basket ball team and the volley ball team, but managed to only excel at running into other players and sacrificing my body for the game. I was awkward, but had "heart". That year I won the "Hustler" award. I think they meant it as a compliment, but I had seen those magazines in the corner store and wanted no part of that.
For some reason, this year in my life is one of the clearest. That may be because of the big changes it represented, or it may be that it was a year filled with taunting, teasing, and New Kids on The Block. I remember conversations, crushes, mean comments (like the guy who wrote in my yearbook "You are the ugliest thing I have ever seen." I still hope he went to jail.), and not fitting in with the cool girls. I remember new friends, sleep overs, and babysitting courses. I remember outdoor school, French class, graduation, and the joke that Colby told which got him detention.
How are priests like Christmas trees? Their balls are only for decoration.