|Check out those bangs!!! Does this look like the face of a girl who just doesn't get it?|
I am so glad I will never have to relive high school again...Although at the time I thought it was the best thing ever, I look back and sigh in relief I will never have to do that again...
I was such a dork. Although I didn't always realize the level of my dorkiness, there were times when it was just too blatant to ignore.
I remember so clearly that I was sitting in Mrs. Meier's Algebra II class, and for some reason or other we were arguing over what the date was.
Side note: Mrs. Meier was responsible for my not getting Valedictorian. In the second semester of Algebra I she refused to round up my 92.45 to a 92.5 which is clearly a 93 and therefore an A...No, she kept me at a "B." The only B I ever made in school (before college that is.) Of course, I'm totally over it. Being Valedictorian would not have changed my life in any way shape or form. But every time I think of math, I remember that I was robbed...And, yes our school's grading system was different than most in that you had to have a 93 average to make an A. So clearly, if I'd been in any other school system I would have had straight A's....
But again, I'm over it...
|Thankfully I had moved up from this 7th grade hair by that point...How scary is that 'do?|
We were in math, and discussing what the date was. I pronounced very firmly, "Today is the 14th, because today is Tuesday, and this month every Tuesday is divisible by the number seven!"
Silence decended and all eyes turned to me.
Apparently not everyone kept trakc of the date by deciding which day of the month was oging to be divisible by seven and going from there.
I was a bit, umm different from the other kids!
P.S. I think I've already shared this story in the past...But as I saw these pictures it made me think...And I had to share all over again!