Senior year. I had become terribly ill with a case of the flu, which would take me a few weeks to kick. For once in my life, I actually hated to miss school. I had my first boyfriend. The two of us, along with our group of friends, had a select spot where we hung out in the mornings as we waited for the bell to ring---seated on the floor leaning against the lockers in the Business hall. I was an upperclassman, ranked 9th in my class, got to leave school after lunch and drive in my own car to a co-op job where my minimum wage made me feel rich....and I had a boyfriend. Life had never been so amazing.
Then the flu slowed me down for a few miserable weeks. But my distress turned to embarrassed horror one afternoon when my boyfriend called, and his groggy voice croaked, "I'm sick. I think I've got the flu too. I had to leave school early....They're all joking, you know...since we're both sick. They're saying we got it from kissing."
Showing posts with label Learning To Be Spunky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Learning To Be Spunky. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Oh!! You Had A Birthday?
It's one of those things that happens from time to time, living in the same town as an ex and having mutual friends....I recently bumped into an old boyfriend. The first words from his mouth were, “Thanks for yesterday.”I puzzled my brow. “Huh?” I asked. “What was yesterday?”
“It was my birthday. Thanks for remembering.”
“Oh!!! Yeah, it was your birthday, wasn’t it? Happy birthday! Was it a good one?”
“Oh!!! Yeah, it was your birthday, wasn’t it? Happy birthday! Was it a good one?”
Friday, June 17, 2011
Girls Can Be Tough Too
One day last week, as is often the case, one of my co-workers was amiably teasing me about something. I don’t even remember what sparked it now, but when I teased back, he joked, “"Okay. Drop and give me 20 push-ups." I sneered, “"Ha! Twenty? I could drop and give you thirty!" Of course, a couple of them teamed up and started cackling, “"Ha ha! She thinks she could do 30 push-ups. What---can you do a few girl push-ups, Misty?"
"No! I do GUY push-ups!" I protested and turned to another colleague sitting at the front counter. "Hey!" I drew him into the argument, "Do you believe me? Do you think I can do 30 push-ups?"
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