Because sometimes I like to jump into the deep end, knowing full well that I don’t know how to swim, I present Write of Passage. A lot of fabulous writers are getting together on-line to, well, to write. And I seem to have jumped in. Will someone please throw me a swimmy noodle.
Our first challenge – Our most embarrassing story. Gah.
As a relatively unknown freshman at a huge high school, I was eager to make friends. And that I did. As a fairly boy-crazy teenager, I was eager to have a super cool boyfriend. That would prove a little trickier.
Our student council would organize these crazy flower drives or some such nonsense, where a student could pay a few bucks for a rose, write a note to go with it and have it delivered during home room to the lucky recipient.
I sat every day during these silly fundraiser weeks, waiting patiently for my rose.
So I decided to jump into the deep end. I would be proactive. I would send the rose. (I still shudder.)
So I chose one of the most popular boys. Who was quite handsome. And a year older than me. Because if you’re going to go, you might as well go big. Right?
The words I wrote on that note are still burned into my brain. I can only hope it is something he forgot about long ago.
“I have always been told, where there is a will, there is a way. I have the will, please lead the way.”
I. Kid. You. Not.
Yeah, so that didn’t go so well for me. And I still cringe at the memory of him rounding the corner of the hallway the first time. And the next time. And pretty much every time for the next three years.
Worst two bucks I ever spent.