julietsierra -> RE: Were you cool in school? (6/23/2007 5:01:19 AM)
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I was a proud member of the clique that hated cliques. Until we found out that that made us a clique. I followed the rules, recognized that the power lay with teachers and while I certainly never slept with any, I sure as hell did everything they asked - the first time. I wasn't mouthy or pushy and didn't have a smart comment for everyone that came down the pike that didn't fit in with what I thought was popular. The boys I went out with were rather "opinionated" and we usually did what they wanted to do. Hence, I was not one of the popular crowd. I was quiet and a good student. Member of the Honor Society, choir, drama, and for a little while, in middle school, a foo foo flutist. I worked for a sheltered workshop assisting those who were cognitively impaired because my assistant principal had gotten me the job. Little did I know she was outlining the rest of my life. My favorite thing to do in high school were the choir performances, drama and of course, twice every year, we would get on a bus and drive the three hours to Stratford, Ontario to go see the Canadian National Shakespearean Company perform. I lived for October and April. The best thing from my high school years, I didn't even recognize as the best till many many years later when one boy I had a crush on back then (we'd played grope and tickle along the way, but as with most high school crushes, we drifted apart) contacted me on a bdsm personal's site. He never knew it was me, but since he used his name in his e-mail address, I knew in an instant it was him. That e-mail has resulted in me coming back into contact with someone from high school, discovering that he's a really great guy - and a dominant (imagine that!) and finding a friend. He's not my Master, but definitely my friend. A couple of years ago, my Master saw my high school senior picture on the wall at my parents' house. He kind of clicked his tongue and said "those poor boys... they never knew what they had did they?" And he was right. They didn't. But then, neither did I back then. I just received my invitation to our 30th class reunion. Haven't decided if I'm going to go or not. I know there'd be no question and that I'd go in an instant if my Master was going with me, but he's already said that's not the place for him, so now, I'm not so sure. I live in a small town and see some of the people I graduated with around town as it is. Not sure going back to see all those folks again that I'm not friends with today is worth the 50 bucks plus a new dress it'll cost... and...wait... a new dress....hmmm I may have to rethink this. juliet
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