2nd grade
2008: i’m wearing a pink and green striped tshirt with the ironic words ‘fashion victim’ piped over it. it’s second grade and i’ve been placed in ms mortimer’s class. its in the temporary wings of the school, so the boards creak when we step over the threshold to the classroom.
when you were a kid some things just seemed so exciting you could burst. i dont think you got lost in your thoughts as much. there were adults to worry about stuff like planning and eating and being late and you just gazed wide eyed at the scenes passing by. figure skating after school would send you into a rush of bliss—all was right, deliriously fun, you loved the people and the world around you.
has much changed? what i want, still—to fit in, to have a friend group, to not make a fool of myself. what i want, still—to stand out, to be different, to be my own self.