
Oh High School Leah.
There are so many things I wish that I could tell you.
But that will be for another time. Now? I will share one of my proudest high school moments.
I was a little… awkward. Home school kid going to public school for the first time… Somehow, cruelly, I was not only thrust into high school after being home schooled my entire life and travelling the country like a gypsy with my insane family… I was transferred in the middle of the semester… and a year ahead. My thirteen year-old self was to say the least, ill-prepared.
But hey. There is one.. one golden moment that I can be proud of for the rest of my life.
Freshman year – 2001.
I am a smart kid. In 2001 my mom decided it was time for me to go to real school. We met with academic counselors. They said, “here, now!” and I went. School was easy, always has been, but the social aspect – completely, utterly lost. One of the most vivid memories I have was leaving the locker room after P.E.
Because there was Ty. He was a senior and one of the popular crowd. He and a few friends every day, stood waiting in the gym for their class to start. After changing back into my school clothes I would step out of the locker room and immediately get surrounded by five or six eighteen year-old douche bags and hear, “Hey baby can I get your number,” “Yo, just give me your digits baby!”
(Remember I was thirteen and terrified)
Every day. They asked for my number and I stared at the floor and walked as quickly as I could out of the gym.
Weeks. Months.
Meanwhile. My mom worked at the indoor soccer arena that I played at about every day. It was a second home. One day I was helping go through paperwork when I happened to see a roster… that had Ty’s phone number. I grinned.
The next day, walking out of the locker room, the familiar chorus started, “Give me your number sexy!”
And I replied for the first time, “You want my number boys? Well, get out a pen!”
Their eyes widened with disbelief and they raced to their backpacks and readied their weapons.
“(360) 555-1234″
They squealed and scribbled the number down with delight. I batted my eyes and told them to call real soon and we would have some ‘fun.’
I glanced over at Ty who stood, jaw open, and holding his motionless pen.