Revenge of the Band Geek
I had a pretty long "awkward adolescent" phase.
It should be over any day now.
I wasn't exactly Carrie White in high school, but somehow, working for the student newspaper and playing the tuba in the marching band didn't result in wild popularity.
People say that high school is the best time of your life. I say high school is what you spend the rest of your life in therapy for. So imagine the downright tingly feelings of vindication I felt when my high school newspaper called to ask if I would give an interview on the books.
This is the moment all band geeks rehearse for all their lives, revenge on the people who didn't think they were funny in high school. I pictured myself starting the interview off with "Suck it, haters, now I'm PAID to be funny." But student reporter Jordan Price was just too nice and organized to be treated to that.
So I was honest. I confessed to my "middle of the road" social status, praised the English teachers who made a huge difference in my life, and advised the kids that life gets so much better after graduation.
And Jordan's mom made quesadillas for us during the interview. So, really, it was my favorite interview ever.
So what about you, leaguers? What was the sign that you'd officially "arrived?" What is your revenge fantasy now that you're famous and fabulous authors? Tell me all about it.
It should be over any day now.
I wasn't exactly Carrie White in high school, but somehow, working for the student newspaper and playing the tuba in the marching band didn't result in wild popularity.
People say that high school is the best time of your life. I say high school is what you spend the rest of your life in therapy for. So imagine the downright tingly feelings of vindication I felt when my high school newspaper called to ask if I would give an interview on the books.
This is the moment all band geeks rehearse for all their lives, revenge on the people who didn't think they were funny in high school. I pictured myself starting the interview off with "Suck it, haters, now I'm PAID to be funny." But student reporter Jordan Price was just too nice and organized to be treated to that.
So I was honest. I confessed to my "middle of the road" social status, praised the English teachers who made a huge difference in my life, and advised the kids that life gets so much better after graduation.
And Jordan's mom made quesadillas for us during the interview. So, really, it was my favorite interview ever.
So what about you, leaguers? What was the sign that you'd officially "arrived?" What is your revenge fantasy now that you're famous and fabulous authors? Tell me all about it.
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Anyway, my most vivid memory of high school is at graduation when I kept hearing, "This is the happiest time of your life." I remember thinking, it THIS is the happiest I'm going to be, where's the gun? I'm ending it now.
I always had a penchant for violence.
Jeanne
Honestly, my memories of college pretty much pushed high school memories to a dusty corner somewhere.
I did go to my twenty year reunion, full of people I didn't remember because the folks I actually wanted to see didn't go back. It was kind of satisfying to note that most of the other people looked so much older than I did, or I looked a lot yopunger, however you want to look at it.
Plus, none of them were writing books for a Buffy the Vampire Slayer RPG.
"Yopunger" means "swinging the godwang" and this place ends up talking about sex enough as it without me bringing it in from left field for no reason.
I was the frumpy, shy theater geek whose best friends were all guys--I was the smart girl that guys were friends with, but didn't date. If you weren't a townie (I grew up in a trailer park), you were looked down at (except by other non-townies). My greatest goal on graduation day was to come back for my ten year reunion as a huge success.
Last year was my ten-year reunion. I didn't go. And it had nothing to do with success. I'd met my personal goals (agent-check, contract-check, book coming out-check), and none of my old friends were going. And you know? I didn't care enough about the people I didn't like to bother. I'll always be a theater geek, and I'm super-proud of that.
Even cooler than chatting up former high school classmates--a few weeks ago, I shared a beer with my just-retired kindergarten teacher and told her all about my books, while she told me of her new dream to pursue writing children's books. How cool is THAT? *g*
Scwartz has surprisingly good ice cream.
I'm not incredibly bitter towards the people I went to high school with. Like I said, I mostly escaped socially unscathed.
I had some truly great people in my high school class. And some of my classmates were just horrible people. I try to remember the nice ones and wish a debilitating case of ringworm on the rest.