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Friday, June 24, 2005

that certain something

It wasn't until my senior year in high school when I finally realized that all the cliques had names. The popular white girls called themselves The Bubble. The popular asian girls called themselves The Divas. There was also The Hoopty Crew and the N-Wing Crew and countless other "crews" who's names I never knew or can no longer remember.

I was one of the Bio5.

Now I know you may find this shocking, but we were not exactly part of the "in" crowd. We didn't go to parties. We didn't drink. We had study sessions during Thanksgiving break and we had a potluck, played Truth or Dare and popped a bottle Martinelli's Apple Cider at our New Year's Party (in 11th grade). My friends nagged me about my studies more than my parents did.

So needless to say, we weren't the coolest kids in school.

This brings me to the critique of the last guy who interviewed me. He said he's not sure if I have the "swagger" he's looking for. Well of course not! I'm a little asian girl who likes my glasses and pajamas and was part of the Bio5 in high school. I wasn't a jock or a "Diva" or a sorority girl. But that doesn't mean I'm not confident and can't kick some ass in my own way.

And I've decided, if he can't see that, then that's his loss.

How's that for swagger, eh?

wingless was still breathing at 11:54 AM -

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