As Seen Through Lois' Eyes
by Rachel M.
Part 8

Ahhhhh, school. The torture that took up the brunt of my teenage life. It followed the same pattern every year, no matter what stage I was in, elementary, junior high, senior high, or college. First day of school: Blah, blah, blah. The most boring day of the year, but also the most exhausting one. Second day of school: More talk. A little of this and that, subjects we're going to cover over the year, rules of the room, modular, IMC, whatever. I would sit there, half asleep, listening to the teacher blab away, and feel sorry for myself, since I had been dumb enough to stay up until midnight the night before, the way I had done it all summer long. And after that it's a blur, especially if you're getting up there in the grade numerals, everything moves fast when you're at that age. Though, if I do say so myself, the boys were fighting over me wherever I went ever since I got out of the sixth grade. Most of them were jocks. You know the type: vulgar, rude, self-involved, etc. I hated it. Most girls liked that kind of guy, "someone who could make them feel special." Yeah, right. For guys like that, girls were arm decorations. Not that all guys were like that. During my junior high years most of my good friends were guys. Some girls jealous of the way I could hang around boys like that without being nervous. (I should've told them if they stopped acting like air-headed bimbos and actually started appearing like they had *some* intelligence, they could do it too.) But what really hurt my feelings the most was when one of my guy friends decided that being friends with a girl was not so cool after all, and they converted to the ways of a jock. But most of them were mature enough to understand that being friends with a girl was fun. But for those of you who think I was turning into a guy at that time, I'm not finished yet. I had girlfriends too, enough to insure my unchanging gender. Girls are good company too (I should know, I am one). Those times were fun. High school and college is a story for another day.

And there's the end of Part 8....only.....3 more to go!
-Rachel :)