
When I was in Junior High I had a difficult time. I was super tall, skinny, and had a super high voice. I had trouble making friends and stuck to my two new and best friends; a sporty in-crowder, and a girl who was his neighbor, who loved Nickelodeon and video games as much as I did. At one point, like everyone else, I was made fun of because of my Old Navy Performance Fleece jacket. I really never felt like I fit in. BUT then one day magic happened. At lunch I found 2 people who I knew from my neighborhood. They hated carrying around their backpacks, so one day I recommended (or they told me to...) carry around their backpacks during "A" Lunch for a penny ( I had to do something to buy Haribo Frogs!). So I did so. For some reason I felt really cool, or that I was apart of something.... Years later I look at this and laugh, because the people that I helped during lunch are two of my best friends. And recently one of these good friends sent this picture to me: Funny how photos bring it all back!

I still love the underdog, and feel an a connection to those that are alone, or feel that way. So next time someone is alone, shy, or looking down. Say hello and be a friend!
Now what to do about the match girl?
3 comments:
These are some great memories. Everytime I look at this picture I laugh. Good Ole Butler Middle.
So funny! I think Linzi took that pic;) Ah the good old days. I love your blog by the way. Check mine out too daysofourprice@blogspot.com
I love that picture! And it's true - you are a champion for the underdog!
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