Six Grade: Frolio Junior High
The class is voting superlatives. My name appears on two, most artistic and most sensitive. I’m so excited. All I’ve ever been called before is Ghost. Now I fit. I am these things. Running home I tell my mom and she flips out. Sensitive means I’m overly emotional, I’m a crybaby, a wuss.
I think that’s the first time I really started looking back at my life. What do you do at that point except re-evaluate all that you’ve ever done?
I got far better at it as I grew older. Till coming on senior year I could make myself sick just by thinking about all the stupid things I messed up with in the previous hour.
College was great. No one knew me, so nothing I did mattered. I was just one in a million…one indistinguishable face in a million similar faces.
Now I want to stand out again. Funny how the worm turns.
Anywho, I’ve got nothing to say…
