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My Freshman year in High School went pretty well. I can’t really say I became a popular kid by no means, I did make new friends. I didn’t sit at the “Cool Kids” table, but I didn’t sit alone either. I got involved in various school activities and continued to follow my first love which was music. My second love was in my first period class.

I LOVED Physical Science class. Not because of my fascination with dissecting frogs, but because of my infatuation with the girl in the 9th seat back of the 14th row. I kept hoping Mr. Hedgepeth would change the seating arrangements in the classroom. I was hoping I could sit closer to her, but it never happened. I stayed in the same seat all year long. I was in the seat between the two pretty girls that always flirted with the popular preppy guy beside me.

Not that if I had moved closer, I would have anything to say. I was so painfully shy and socially inept back then. Whatever I would have mustered up the courage to say, would have came out wrong and embarrassing. I think on average, I inserted my foot in my mouth about once every fifteen minutes back then. I like to think I have improved on that average in my adult years. These days, it’s about once every 30-45 minutes.

Facts are facts, and the fact is, it’s hard to feel like you are cool when you are in High School and you look 11 years old. It’s even harder when you are freshman, and you spent the majority of your Middle School years feeling like an outcast. I realize now, that every kid has their own self esteem issues in their adolescent days. I just wish I could have realized that while I was going through them.

I firmly believe that some of the coldest and meanest people on earth can be 12 and 13 year old kids. I still have scars from some moments in middle school. In just my freshman year of HS, many of the scars were still to new and painful to be forgotten or overlooked.

Still, like I mentioned earlier, by the time the end of my freshman year rolled around, I was feeling a little better about myself. I was making new friends, and feeling more confident. Still not confident to talk to the girl in 9th seat back of the 14th row however.

I guess now is the point of the story to where I need to come up with a name for the girl in the 9th seat back of the 14th row.. I really don’t want to use her real name, simply because that would not be fair to her. She did not ask to be written about in one (or more) of my silly little blogs that 10 people read. With my luck, one of the 10 people that do read this will be her lawyer, so I will to use a fake name to protect the innocent.

let’s see..

What’s a good fake name??

A about Megan?

Megan Alba Biel???

So anyway, back to the story.. Freshman year was coming to an end, and I never really talked to Megan Alba Biel. I did spend a lot of time thinking about how a conversation would go.

Me- Hello Megan Alba Biel, you sure do look pretty today.

MAB- Thanks, I really like your smoking hot blue jean jacket. Is that a Guns and Roses patch on the back?

Me- Why yes it is, would you like to wear it?

MAB- Totally! Hey, do you wanna make out?

But that conversation never happened..

The one time I did talk to her that year it went more like this-

Me- Um, hey Megan Alba Biel. Can I borrow a pencil?

MAB – Sure

Me- Thanks

That was it.

Her lips were so full and red. I imagined her kisses tasted like strawberries. Her tiny hands would fit perfect in my tiny hands (I looked eleven, remember?). My arms around her tiny waist as we would slow dance. She could lay her head on my shoulder as I sang to her in her ear, and she would fall madly in love with me.

But it would take more than just asking for a pencil to make that happen.

I would have to do something to catch her attention. I would have to change. I would start working out, get in better shape. I would start dressing better. More like the popular guy who sat beside me, and the girls all flirted with. Yep, I was going on summer break and coming back the next year a brand new man!! It was gonna be different next year… next year, I was no longer going to be a shy freshman. I was going to be a SOPHOMORE!! I was going to be the sophomore that caught the attention of Megan Alba Biel!!!

Love Y’all
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