Someone recently uploaded photos from elementary school onto Facebook, and there has been a barrage of comments, mainly gawking at our various fashion and reminiscing about the good ol’ days of 1991.
I must be in some kind of bitter mood, because with each “omg how awesome was that” comment I read, I am reminded of something was decidedly not awesome. Nothing major, just your typical 2nd grade drama.
I had started writing out all the annoying bits of that year that flooded my memory, but there’s no need for having it sent to the ether, writing it out was cathartic enough.
I will say this though: to the girl that called me gay after I gave her a kiss because I was so happy about who knows what, who said it with so much aghast hatred in her face that even though I didn’t know what she meant, I was so embarrassed: I hope for your sake you grew out of being a bigot at 7 years old.
Also, I don’t care how close you and your best friend are, wearing matching color coordinated outfits is lame. I couldn’t stand it in the 2nd grade and I couldn’t stand it in college.
