Dear Michelle,
Here's what happens when school starts: I forget everything cool about school and remember all the things about it that squicked me out.
Here's another thing that happens when school starts: I remember all my most embarrassing moments, which incidentally all happened at school. And then I proceed to have more.
It's a vicious cycle.
I've found that the only way to (temporarily) forget those really red-faced moments where I say exactly the wrong thing or where my skirt gets caught in my underwear or I yell out the wrong note or I spill my tea all over the table in French or... yeah, the only way to forget it is to go home with the radio on full blast, hoping that B.o.B. comes on before I get to Mor Mor's so I can yell about kicking it like Adidas (stick it like adhesive). It helps. Seriously.
However, when there's no way to escape it, I doodle. This morning at work after spending a fruitless fifteen minutes trying to get my point across to a poor Iranian guy who didn't really get what I was saying at all, I drew a mutant Pacman monster rampaging a city and eating cars. It felt good.
-Amy Joy
P.S. Your philosophical explorations of the nature of peer influence were most enlightening. I'm a hopeless conformer. I ought to break out into dance in the hallways someday. The only thing stopping me is the fear that I'll inadvertently add to my ever-growing tally of most crushingly embarrassing mistakes I've ever made.
-Amy Joy
P.P.S. Blogspot is screwing up my formatting. Drat.
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