when i was 12, the class put on a greek tragedy. teacher called off the various parts, and i raised my hand for Hermes. "why do you want to be a guy?" "he only has one line, anyway." sigh.
i spent the class period after lunch in a class called "visual communications" my senior year. i passed away the entirety of the semester alone, sitting at a table wearing headphones and reading mauroir, woolf, and wilde. mrs. johnson gave me a C. and, i believe, a B one quarter.
when i was very young, my best friend and i would sing and make up dance routines to paula abdul and janet jackson. i remember one day, we got in a huge girl fight and it ended with her on the floor, sobbing, and looking up at me while she begged me to stop torturing her with words.
when i was even younger, i played with barbies while listening to b95- which at the time played nothing but those cheezy dance-house songs of the early 90s. every time my parents came in to check on me, i'd turn the station because i was so embarrassed.
this morning i recalled the time i decided to water the carpet in the living room of my aunt and uncle's house out in the country. that may or may not have been the day my aunt decided to "teach me how to fight". my uncle was really upset when he came home and i was covered in scrapes and blood. i miss him a lot. he was a good guy.
i got braces at a ridiculously early age. i think i was 9. so, my classmates would ask me about what it felt like, how much it hurt, things like that. i would do my best to assuage their fears by making them laugh about the sad fact of no longer being able to chew gum, and having to wear rubber bands in their mouths. eventually, i got so good at giving my little "speech" on the subject, that one day i had little andrew (who has now since come out and is living in long beach) in tears laughing so hard. the next day, he came up to me and pleaded with me for the length of recess to give him "the talk" again.
ah, nostalgia.
kiss kiss.
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