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Insecure Adolescent
March 8, 2007
I dropped my little sister off at her first middle school dance tonight, and it made me realize not only how I (sort of) miss those nights of awkward bobbing and slow dancing with five feet of space in between, but also how completely insecure I was when I was her age.
She had lacrosse practice earlier in the day, and she didn’t touch her hair from the moment she left the gym to the second she walked into the dance. As a matter of fact, she didn’t primp at all. I even brought her along to buy a microwave with me and Derrick before it was time to drop her off, and as it got closer to dance time, I asked her how much time she would need to get ready. She shrugged and replied, “fifteen minutes?”
Fifteen minutes?! If I had an older sister who brought me to Target the night of a dance, my first dance, and I had to stand there as she and her boyfriend decided on what kind of microwave would be best, since one is $60, and this one is $80, and look there’s a button on this one for a baby bottle, and shouldn’t we get some candles, one for the living room and the bedroom, and which scent would be best in which room - because oriental voyage? That’s a smell I’d like to share with my guests - I would be much inclined to take the cord from the fancy new lamp and wrap it, tightly, around sister’s neck.
Actually, I would probably lean slightly more towards obnoxious, pacing in front of the cart, checking the time on my cell phone and rolling my eyes in extreme irritation, trying to decide what would be worse, being 20 minutes late, or not straightening the wavy piece of hair in the back, because my entire social life for the next four years will totally depend on this dance.
I would have easily wanted three hours to get ready. And that? That finally gives me hope that maybe there is one trait that I won’t mind a daughter of mine sharing with her aunt.
March 9th, 2007 at 1:05 am
Wow, middle school dance! At my first one I must’ve spent at least fifteen minutes just trying to find a well-padded bra to go with my dress.
Also, I took that 50 states in 10 minutes thing. 8:04 remaining! I guess I should mention that in fifth grade I learned the song of all the states in order. I’m gross.
March 9th, 2007 at 9:35 am
Ah! No way! I learned that song too. That’s the only reason I did well on that thing.
March 9th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Those were the days. Although I definitely would not take three hours to get ready.
Fifty nifty United States, from thirteen original colonies… shout ‘em, …?
March 27th, 2007 at 10:27 am
I dislike silver microwaves. Ours is silver. They never look clean. Bleh.
But 15 minutes? Wow. She’s insane. apparently, at that age I had to have my bangs curled in this outrageous 80’s style (no, it wasn’t the 80’s. I was 15 years too late -cringes-) and would kill you if you interrupted my routine because they were just-so. I have a picture of that.. but it’s never seeing the light of day
March 30th, 2007 at 2:15 pm
Wow, that’s really surprising, haha. I like to take 3 hours to get ready too.. most of the time I’m just lazying around between each thing I have to do to get ready though. =P
I’m only surprised because it seems like younger people these days are more concerned with their looks than I was back in the day.