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Remember…
Today I remember……I remember that time back in Standard 5 (AKA 7th Grade)!! It was the end of the school year and soon we’d all be off to different High Schools therefore there were numerous year-end parties, numerous farewells!! We were so dramatic, as if our lives were ending LOL just because we were off onto the next adventure our little insignificant lives held for us.
There were so many parties, one every few days during the ‘school holidays’. We were not the most well to do family, times were challenging, but, by God’s grace, we got through and we survived just fine. I didn’t have the biggest wardrobe full of clothing, and the majority of the time all I wanted to do was be in shorts and a t-shirt anyways. However, this was not ‘party’ attire…..I had being given a pair of jeans, they were super cool ripped jeans with patches, DON’T judge, it was 1992!! I wore them to a party one Friday night, and then the following Friday night I did not have a different pair of jeans to wear, and in my eyes these were just fine, I mean th ey had being washed, they were clean!! So I wore them……
I was dropped off at the party and walked in to see my friends and ‘hang out’ and do what all cool teenagers back then did (whatever that may be, my memory is not that good!) However, lets call her XX Mc, decided that me wearing this same pair of jeans was not acceptable and made it her sole purpose to point out to EVERYONE at the party I was wearing the same clothes as the weekend before!!! I was devastated as they all laughed at me, I’d never being much of a ‘girly girl’ and already felt uncomfortable trying to fit into that role, now she’d done this!! The best part was that this was a party at HER house!! I ran inside and asked to use the phone, remember it was not the time of cell phones and such, I had to wait until my parents got home, to ask them to come back and get me!! Which they did, I’ll never forget it!!
They came back, as any loving parents would who child has had just had her heart-broken by being made the laughing-stock of the party. They had a VW “minibus” the time, I got in, slammed the sliding door and they drove off with me, drove off with me on the floor of that vehicle, sobbing my heart out!!!
My time is up (I admit I went about 2 minutes over!)
I remember all too well similar biting remarks from those “fun” days… They can still sting, and they often do. I’m so thankful though that God has brought us so far from those days. That He is gracious to give us so many more good memories than bad ones. Sadly, those bad memories often far outweigh the good, sweet ones…
You know the bad leaves a horrible taste…..but as you say we must be grateful for all the GOOD we have, both back then and now. I was grateful to have two loving parents who jumped right back in the vehicle and came to get me!!! 🙂
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Debs it breaks my heart reading this realizing just how bad it made u feel and the bitter taste it stilL leaves. What that B with an itch did to u that night but honey guess what where is she now love and where is she. She will always be an unpleasant person that no one will like and u are the most loveable and loved person. So guess what the last laugh is on her angel. Love u an always will my darling. God bless
This isn’t from ‘anonymous’ its from my mom 🙂
Mom you writing a little crazy in there, but I understand exactly what you mean!!! It sure did leave a bitter taste, for a long time (maybe still LOL!) but I know that what goes around comes around!!!
It is what it is……….a memory, I cannot change, just helped me remember as a child and today, to not tease others as you never know where they’ve been or what they’ve been through!!!!!
Oh, the drama and pain of 7th grade! I remember a stinging remark by a very pretty, very popular-with-the-boys 8th grader.She said f she had a face like mine, she would never ever leave the house without make-up. I retorted, “Well, at least I don’t put it on in the DARK like you do–like you do EVERYTHING!” Wonder if I hurt her worse than she hurt me? I’ll never know. I think we all cringe at the people we were and some of the people we envied.
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