5th Grade - So it begins... |
I spent my Friday nights with the beloved TGIF line up. I am not sure what I would have done without Full House, Step by Step, Perfect Strangers, and Family Matters.
Oh Balki, don't be Re-dic-u-lous! |
My worst enemy during this time was myself. I had totally unrealistic expectations. I had some Disney-like image of how I should look. Shouldn't everyone have blond hair? Shouldn't we all be able to talk to animals and sing? In 1989, little mermaid came out and now I had to add boobs to my list of Disney princess things I didn't have.
It didn't help that I continually embarrassed myself. 5th grade I had to read this word out loud: "unique". For someone that was in the slow reading group in 2nd grade, there was no way I could figure that out. So I pronounced it U - NEE - Q. Oh boy... that's rough. People that were in my class STILL remember that!
In 6th grade, there was 2 minutes left before the bell rang to go home. A classmate started singing the Chi-Chi's Mexican restaurant commercial: "Fri-i-i-ied, Fri-i-i-ied Ice Cream" and just as he ended 2 loud farts erupted and then the bell rang. There was no hiding who did it. Sigh...
6th Grade - Yup it was me and I was probably wearing this same 3 piece suit |
My awkwardness came and went in high school, but returned again in college in another way. I packed up my puzzles, scrapbooking supplies, and other nerdiness and put them away. I wasn't going to be myself any more. It was time to find a new me. So my low self esteem and I went on a 3 year journey. I was loud, rowdy, emotional, and deep down, unsettled. It didn't take long before I realized I couldn't keep up the façade.
8th Grade - My glasses were even crooked! |
I am still awkward in some social situations and have lingering social anxiety. Having Kenzie has actually been a blessing, because when she is with me I know exactly who I am. I am Kenzie's mom and nothing else matters. Ok... that and staying away from fried ice cream and commercial jingles.
Sept 2013 |
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