My So Called Teenage Life Blog Hop
So we’re supposed to post our journal entries or bad poetry from our teenage years. Mine comes from my journals and all of these stories are true.
I’ve seen this issue come up when it comes to fiction. That teenage boys are sometimes are portrayed as over-sexed. Some people don’t believe this to be true. And I had kind of forgotten it, until I started re-reading my old journals. I was a little shocked about some of the things that were said to me. So here’s a little taste. (I tried to be true to my writing. I typed it as I wrote it, unless the spelling/grammar of a word confused the story. All these happened in 9th grade. All names have been changed to protect the innocent… or guilty.)
Today in Global Ed, J asked M what we did in English. He (M goes) Oh we ran around naked and did a worksheet. He goes yea, I saw Suzi run naked 5 times. D goes Yeah, me too. M goes J/K Suz—I only saw you 3 times. How embarrassing. J is so cute. He’s going to Hawaii. He’s been lying in tanning beds. He’s really tan!
(I guess I wasn’t too bothered by this incident.)
Yesterday I wore black spandex. (Yes, it was in then.) D goes in global ed—would you pull up your shirt. It wasn’t tucked in. I said only if he’d pull down his shorts. Too bad.
(So apparently, he didn’t do it. Not that I would have.)
I would just like to say, of all that teasing these guys did, it was mostly innuendo, and it never seriously embarrassed me. I didn’t consider it harassment. That Global Ed class was the most fun class I had during my freshman year.
On the way to French I stopped to talk to B. He asked me where I was going. I said French. He goes no I said where are you going, not what you want to do. Little pervert.
(This was a 7th grader. A cute, charming 7th grader. I was a 9th grader. I wonder what he was like in high school.)
This next one was at my older brother’s hockey tournament.
This weekend was the hockey tourney in Wahpeton. We had to stay in Fargo. Girl 1 and Girl 2 & I didn’t go to the 1st 2 games. We got 4th place. On Sat the guys had to be in their rooms at 11:00. There was no pool only hallways. Anyways we 3 were sitting out in the hallway playing “B.S” card game. Everyone but some parents were in their rooms. We were listening to music. LB the assistant coach walked by. He goes “What are ya playing, strip poker?” Girl 2 goes (he didn’t hear) “Yea, we are, can’t you tell were gay.”
(So the thing about this is that LB, a 20-22 year old man (I’m guessing), said this to 3 girls, a 9th grader, and 8th grader and a 7th grader. Yeah, kind of creepy.)
This last thing is unrelated, and it happened in 10th grade. SWEET SOPHOMORE GIRL was a classmate, and no, this wasn’t me, thank goodness, and MAJOR HOTTIE was just that. I was not there to witness it, but I was there for the aftermath.
SWEET SOPHOMORE GIRL was walking down the hall (with someone) eating cheetos. She dropped a big one. Just as MAJOR HOTTIE, a sr. was walking by. She goes ‘Whoah, that was a big one.’ Just when MH walked by. He turned and looked at her and she blurted out – The cheeto, I’m talkin about the cheeto—Funny.
MH – Gorgeous.
I’m pretty sure we had a big laugh at poor SSG’s expense… for quite a while. It still makes me smile.