It’s almost back-to-school time, and pretty soon The Awkward is going to be roaming the halls of schools the world over. The main question on all the students’ minds is, of course, who got hot over the summer. The summer has a wonderful way of speeding along time and giving teenagers the ability to cultivate their sex appeal. The pools and the malls they flock to are like hot houses; by the time they return to school in the fall, some of these kids will emerge ripe tomatoes and cucumbers ready to be put in the salad of life.
Aaaaaaand I just compared teens to produce. Expecting that Pulitzer any day now.
NOT these New Kids. Although if you want to write about NKOTB, I am the last person who’ll be stopping you. (In fact I may just declare you the winner of the linkup. I’m not OFFICIALLY allowed to declare a winner, but lemme just say that Donnie Wahlberg makes me do iffy things.)
Enough with the Hidden Valley metaphors and onto this week’s Remember the Time prompt. Along with all the beefcakey celery stalks, there will be some new kids at school. They won’t have a clique yet and they’ll have to roll the dice and hope that the table where they sit at lunch isn’t the smelly kids’ table. It’s scary when you think about it, and a lot of them will likely volunteer themselves to be pushed in a locker just so they can finish out the day in relative peace.
In honor of those kids who are starting anew, this week tell us your stories about the time you were new and hadn’t carved out your place in new surroundings yet. It doesn’t have to be about school; maybe it will be about your first day at a new job or a time when you traveled somewhere where you didn’t speak the language. Maybe your parent got remarried and you had to recalibrate who you were within the social structure of your step siblings. We’ve all been the new kid one time or another, and what we did during those situations likely shaped us into the people we are now.
Write your posts and then check back here on Thursday to link up! See you then!
The Waiting 
I think I am still trying to figure out who I am and where I fit in. I am serious and silly (hi, Hello Kitty t-shirt I am wearing today). I am nowhere and everywhere and had a friend or two in each of the main HS groups.
I prefer nomadic compared to outsider, but it has taken me almost 20 years past HS to get used to the fact that it isn’t a bad thing to not fit in all (or any) of the time.
Well, you fit in with me if you are rocking to Hello Kitty. I aspire to be her when I grow up.
This reminds me.. I don’t miss school haha.
So what you are saying is that you were too cool for it? ;D
Obbbbviously. ;-)
I don’t blog normal type blog stuff, so here’s brief “when I was new” story:
Seeing as I was homeschooled until HS (I know, right?), I was freaking the hell out when I stumbled into that 6A school for the first time. Somehow, I survived the first 4 periods without getting *too* lost, I didn’t forget anything, I didn’t accidently walk out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my shoe (win!) and I didn’t cause anyone to…well…notice me at all. (A win for me.)
Until lunch.
I noticed during lunch that everyone was eating pizza (a wise decision) and they were pouring gobs and gobs of Ranch dressing from the salad bar onto their trays. I, trying to appear normal, did the same, and then promptly sat down at a table with my older sister, who, THANK GOD, was a Junior and had Junior friends who seemed totally on their game. I plopped my plate down, pulled out my chair, and sunk down into my chair so quickly I didn’t notice something very important.
I’d not placed my tray all the way onto the table. The corner of the tray was jutting out. And I, in my haste, flipped the entire tray of Ranch dressing and pizza onto my shirt and into my lap. It ran down my legs (I’d worn a skirt that day), into my shoes, and onto the floor.
I laughed it off, because I thought that’s what cool kids do (it’s true, ya know) and proceeded to clean it up while laughing up a storm. My sister’s friends were not as pleased with my gaffe and after that I was no longer allowed to sit with them.
I spent the rest of the day smelling of Ranch dressing. And I temporarily earned myself the title of “that Freshman who dumped Ranch all over herself at lunch”.
Yay youth.
Don’t be offended if I give you a bottle of ranch dressing next time I see you ;D Don’t worry; I am sure you’ll have some incriminating information on me by then so that you can just throw it back in my face.
Honestly, if you gave me a bottle of Ranch dressing I’d probably get crazy excited. I love me some Ranch dressing. (SUCH a fat kid.) LOLOLOLOL
Does just being naturally awkward count? Because that keeps me from “fitting in” often ;)
That works! ;D
First of all, I’m still kinda confused about how I didn’t end up marrying Joey. We have the same birthday so when I was in 4th grade I was sure that was a sign.
It was not.
And there should also be a “second of all” if there was a “first of all.” Second of all, I am looking forward to this week’s topic!
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