As readers of this blog (especially those who are friends offline) already know, my son starts pre-K today. In a few hours, he'll get his first taste of classroom life... and I'll have time to work (if I'm not crying profusely and bemoaning my lack of a little buddy.)
In honor of this momentous occassion, I've been thinking about times as a school girl when I thought I was "cool". Of course, I was woefully geeky, but I didn't know it then... enjoy these anecdotes!
- When I was about eight or nine, I loved to go to the roller skating rink in our small Pennsylvania town. Nothing made me feel cooler than "feathering" my hair with a big rectangular comb while skating. (Incidentally, the comb was bright orange and bore the words "Hot Stuff".) I wore terry cloth shorts for that extra special touch. I never understood why the guys didn't flock to me. Now I know.
- When I was in fifth grade, I decided it would be awesome to wear bell bottomed jeans to school. (Bell bottoms were no longer in style, by the way.) That very same day, our class videotaped a play and my best friend, Sarah, and I couldn't stop cracking up because those darned pants swayed so insistently, even when I was standing still. Did I mention that I was also chubby and in a decidedly "awkward" stage of life? Not a pretty sight.
- When I was just starting first grade, I brought a purse to class. I believe it was dark blue faux leather with a white daisy clasp. I put tissues in it and probably other stuff as well. I felt so "grown up" that I just had to keep interrupting the teacher to show it off. I don't remember the outcome, but I'm sure that she didn't think I was cute as a button!
Today, I look back on these (and many, many other) memories with mixed emotions. On the one hand, they are retrospectively embarrassing. On the other hand, they greatly amuse me.
I wonder what "uncool" school moments my munchkin will recall when he's in his mid-thirties?