Growing up in school, Grandy was blessed with a twin sister and some good friends.
Grandy grew up playing year round sports and was pretty outgoing. Not shy at all. (What? You're not surprised?)
There was one girl...we'll call her Kelly. Why? Because that was her name (I'm original that way).
This girl had some sort of power over me. She was mean. When she was around, Grandy couldn't do anything right. Try as she would to be accepted by her...Kelly made sure Grandy knew she did not like her.
She scared the SH!T out of me. Why? I don't get it? When she was around, I was afraid to speak around her. What made it worse...I liked some of her friends. They were nice...she was just e.v.i.l. (or at least that's what I thought).
Freshman year, Grandy was goalie for the field hockey team. She only tried field hockey because as good as she was in basketball defense, she couldn't sink a basket to save her life. Twin got the basketball skillz. So, field hockey it was.
I only asked to be goalie because in my very first game, I lost my skirt. That was a horrifying experience...and I noticed the goalie didn't have to wear a skirt. Kelly played field hockey too, along with some girls I'd played softball with, and thought we might work through it. They were on Varsity and I was on JV anyway...so why would there be any problems? I could be just the freshman and hide. Can you believe this? Kelly made Grandy want to hide.
Well, apparently Grandy had some serious aggression skillz to work out and didn't fear girls coming at her with hockey sticks. I totally dug it! I was pretty good at it too. So good that in my freshman year, the coach decided to trade me up to the Varsity team. What about the Junior that was already the goalie for the Varsity team? Good friend of Kelly and sister of Kelly's best friend? She was bumped down to JV, in my spot.
Oh yeah...wince away readers. There was no way around the awkwardness. Grandy could not hide. There were moments I'm pretty sure Kelly came at me with her hockey stick.
As I look back, I can't give you any one specific thing that happened now. What was it she had over me? She would make snide comments and tell me to shut up, and I would. Why? Was it me? Just me?
It's been almost 20 years since I've had to see her. She was a year ahead of me so we don't have to worry about reunion stuff...normally.
Grandy's school is doing something different. In 2009 it will be the school's 50th anniversary, and so they're doing a combined reunion with several years, to combine the anniversary too. It's been kinda cool to watch as people update their pics, and those of their kids, on their little sites. I can send messages to people I've lost track of, and I get emails from people that...for the life of me I can't remember.
Tonight I went on to see my messages and see who updated their profile. There she was. She's updated her site.
::tummy flip flops::
I go in to her page and see her. She actually looks good... happy. Good for her!
Was I hoping she was fat? Sure. But why? It's been 20 years...WHY?
Now I find myself asking, "Self, why the hell does she have a power over you...still?" Would she be considered a bully by today's standards?
Tell me readers, do you have someone from high school that made you feel small? I know that High School can do that to anyone and I was very fortunate to thoroughly enjoy these years.
Admit it... share... you had at least ONE from your past...
Share something that will make Grandy feel a little bit more normal. I'm not asking for miracles, but come on...