Why hello, Jane Smith. It's Diana Paz! You don't remember me? At all? Well you've still got a rant coming and do you know what? Playing the violin is cool! It helps with math and some other things too! And you know what else? It wasn't my fault my grandma cut my hair! Or that my other grandma found all my clothes at the swap meet and she happened to love floral print and added ruffles to everything! Do you think I liked wearing poofy sleeved, lace-collared blouses in junior high? And do you know that growing out a short-on-bottom, long-on-top, Aunt Bea haircut is a slow, mushroom-headed process that is moment-to-moment agony? Especially while lugging a violin case everywhere? Well, now you know.
Ah, good times. But it's weird, I always had a hard time coming up with an "Embarrassing Moment" to share in those college orientation icebreaker games or Freshmen English writing assignments. How do you pinpoint one moment in half a decade of embarrassment? "My most embarrassing moment was walking onto the school bus every single day for three straight years." I would have had an easier time writing my least embarrassing moment.
Maybe you were all part of the In Crowd and don't have any embarrassing memories, but if not, is anyone else brave enough to post a junior high horror story?