I moved around a lot as a child. I have a few schools I went to growing up. Middle school was Surfside Middle School and Jinx Middle School in Panama City Beach, Harlee Middle School in Bradenton, and Bruner Middle School in Fort Walton. I am thankful that I can not find very many photos from this era.
But check out this gem of me getting groovy with the basketball hoop (I played some killer b-ball, you don’t even know):
I’m in the pigtails in the photo above. That thing on my knee is a scab from where I fell down my first time trying to skateboard. Just look at how cute Brandi is. She’s the one sitting next to me. We’re still friends (so are Janie and I; she’s in the wrestling tee).
I was kind of shy going into these awkward years. I actually got picked on at Surfside and was something of a reject. Then I blossomed at Harlee and was like the right-hand man to the most popular girl in the 7th grade. I also picked up all kinds of bad mojo at that school. Jinx was a mostly-black school so when I moved back to Panama City and went there I had to fight to be kind of cool.
Actually, my cousin was way cool at Jinx and I was just cool by association. I really wanted to be super fly, so we fought over this one pair of expensive L.E.I. jeans. We’d literately trade every day and by the end of the week they smelled awful.
For my last year I went to Bruner. I was humbled there because I was not a rich, trendy girl. I was then reminded that I was chubby and merely an unattractive sex object.
These pink shorts caused me problems sometimes. I remember having these smelly marker projects in Algebra class. Well I had on these shorts and the girls at my table were talking about the Rosa Parks song by Outkast. I didn’t listen to too much radio, so they poked fun at how I didn’t know what they were singing. I wanted to leave the uncomfortable conversation, but apparently my full-booty panties were bigger than these hot pink shorts and so then I was made the laughing stock of math class. Who knew panties poking out from your shorts wasn’t cool.
The girl who started it all was evil. That summer I had made a transformation into somewhat of a badass bitch who didn’t care anymore, so the first day of high school I walked up to her as she was loading her locker and slammed her face into the locker. I didn’t even say anything. I just walked up, pushed her head, and walked away. She didn’t really mess with me in high school…
I had a weird sense of fashion in middle school. I’m not entirely sure why I wore the things I did. That was probably the reason for most of the ridicule. I don’t care anymore though, so I guess it all turned out okay. Haha.