Inspiration?

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by Prudence

The boy clique could mock me all they wanted, but they were their own audience now, and no one else cared.

What a great ender.

I like how you contrast the painful humiliation of the ridiculous school taunting with teh painful realities of what was going on with your family at the time. I also find it interesting how both can occupy an equal amount of head space in a young person's mind, especially a sensitive person's. The poor girl jeans would have probably effected me as much as my dad's illness. Sometimes those kinds of feelings just blur into each other thanks to all the puberty hormones. Thanks for sharing this, Prudence.

God, I hated junior high school. High School was grand. Junior High School was a friggin' nightmare. 8th grade, especially. [shudder]