MonDayDreams- Chapter 1

Monday, February 9, 2009

Well it's Monday. Hooo rah.

Monday's usually consist of me doing the following:


I honestly don't really start "working" until Wednesday afternoon. What? I'm just being honest here. So, while I was sitting at my desk, pretending to work, I was thinking about when I was in Junior High. That was only, oh...15 years ago. Whew.

Ok. I just had to take a minute to stop and realize just how old I am. Wow.

So anyhooters. Junior High. The worst time of my LIFE. I don't want to toot my own horn or anything (toot, toot!) but I was popular. I was cute. I was friendly. I had an older boyfriend. I was in the 6th grade, and he was in the 8th grade and it was a big deal! So apparently, the older girls hated me for this and they wanted to make sure that every day of my 6th grade year was the most miserable, dreadful thing for me. Let's just say they did a very, very good job at this. For anyone that really knows me, they know that I am honestly a very sweet girl, and I just want to be liked! I hate confrontation more than anything because I'm a huge baby.

Every morning before class started, all the students stood outside by the Art room. My Mom would drop me off, and I would look around to see if the evil beeotches were anywhere near. If they were, I would walk in the complete opposite direction of where they were standing and I would try so hard to hurry so they couldn't see me. They always did though. They would yell mean things at me and I had to act like I couldn't hear them. If they saw me in the hall, they would push me or stare me down. I tried to be nice to them. I smiled but that usually resulted in a "What the %$#@ are you looking at?!?!?!" I also played softball and the mean horrible girls played too. Thankfully, they were not on my team. I was better than them, and they knew it. (toot, toot) After one game, the meanest girl out of the group walked past me and punched me in the arm leaving a very pretty bruise. This is when my Mom decided it was time to talk to the girls' parents and the principal. I. Was. Mortified. Having my Mom do this helped not one bit. It actually made it worse. What did help was me no longer being with my older boyfriend. This is the time in my life when I realized most girls were jealous, catty and for the most part down right mean. The sad thing is that it should have ended in Junior High. But look around you. How many of these girls are still walking around today?

I wonder if those girls ever think about how ridiculously mean they were to me? Probably not, but oh well.

And now this begins Chapter 1 of Breezy's "MonDayDreams" (get it? Monday Daydreams..thank you B.E. for that clever little play on words). Stay Monday is a whole new daydream!!

How is your Monday going???

8 peeps said....:

Bird Shit and Baby Caca said...

My day is pretty much the same as yours. I have spent more time trying to look like I'm working rather than doing actual work. Sorry about your junior high experience. I never had a problem w/ bullies but I was never one to sit back and watch a kid get bullied either. My sister and our friends would take them under our wing and help them prevent being bullied...there is safety in numbers LOL

LiLu said...

Ugh, I went through something similar, but it was more "hazing" than blatant rudeness like that. You hope that when you grow up, it finally all stops... but it doesn't, does it? Le sigh.

Friend said...

Oh thank God, for a second I was thinking you were talking about me you hoe nanny! Lets find those hoes on MySpace and make their virtual lives hell. Come on, you know you want to.

Baggin' them older MENZ...nice job.

Love you!

Briana said...

Bird/Baby-All of my friends were wimps. So they picked on all of them, because they hung out with me!

LiLu-It will never stop! Reason number 43678 I have more guy friends than girls.

Friend-I found the "ring leader" of the group on MySpace. She is fat and has kids. HaHA for her.

Friend said...

A fat kid maker? Priceless, lets put updated pics of her on so all of your friends from back home can sit and laugh.

insomniaclolita said...

LOL im not a big fan of monday either


I know who you were talking about!!!!! Love it!

Micheal and Ashley said...

OH, I am so sad to say I laughed at this story, not at the situation, but the way you tell it. Hee Hee! :)
Anyway, I know exactly how you felt. My 6th grade year was awful too! But the sad part of that is, they were my friends...oh now you've brought back those memories! Arg...just kidding! Anyway, continue to humor me with your MonDay Dreams! Clever idea Blue Eyes!