Back in high school, my nickname was “Farrah.”
It was an homage to my resemblance to Farrah Fawcett Majors.
What if folks remembered my blue plaid? What if I tripped the class president?
What if I yelled “Where’s the carrot cake?” at an inappropriate moment?
What if nobody believed I had Martians in my back yard?
My anxiety disappeared as soon as I found my band buddies.
When you find someone who is willing to wear a large, furry hat and a scratchy wool uniform with you on a cold, rainy football field for four years, you are united forever.
When you find the sweetest “new” girl who moved into the neighborhood,
and when you find your basketball teammate who didn’t make fun of you
when the coach reduced you to tears, you are united forever.
However, even though I’m 30 years older,
I still couldn’t work up the courage to say hi to the most popular guy in the room.
…Some things never change!