So glad 8th grade is a distant memory.....

Short of a long story 8th grade and most of junior high were tough years.  I excelled in school - when I tried.  The tough part was the social component.  Back then there was no term for what bulling is today.  I want to believe the teachers and nuns did not see/understand the underworld of pre-teen bulling.  My parents understood and one of my sisters felt the sting but that was life.  We were there for an education, right?

The elementary school where I attended had their annual fashion show which I have attended in the past.  Not a big deal. This year had an exciting element since I actually knew someone on the catwalk - Amy.  More on her stellar strut down the stage.  My parents and sister were cornered one day and asked if I would model at this year's fashion show.  The quick answer was a resounding NO for several reason. Many of which circle around my waist size and hate the attention.  Just think back to our wedding day.

Driving up to the venue I parked my own car thank you very much.  Valet is not my thing because I do not trust them any more than the neighborhood kid down the street.  Upon crossing the threshold my mind thought tonight there is a real possibility of coming face-to-face with the nasty crew.  Granted my 13 year old brain has matured but amazing how fast those feelings can bring a grown woman back.  Wait,  was that, oh no........  Solution?  I grabbed a good friend and we shared Cosmos - thanks Janette.  The night ended with no drama - maturity you know.  I did talk with one member of the nasty crew.  Their curiosity centered around career choices.  Amazing how quickly the conversation turned when stay at home mom came out proudly!  Who cares!  Before kids I had an amazing career and now I have an even more demanding and rewarding job.  Their loss in not asking more questions.

The night closes with Amy rocking the runway. She strutted down the aisle in heals that made every outfit look custom made for her body.  Plus, her walk gives me more motivation to beat up the treadmill tomorrow.

The point of this post is not sweet revenge or redemption but instead how things look so different after a few sun sets.  I will say some members of the nasty crew wore nice frocks and looks of distain.  Did were these grown woman dragged out to the show?  Too bad the mothers had noting exciting to show off.  My only hope is the nasty crew's offspring do not repeat the mistakes of their parents.

A few clarity points.  Amy was not in any of my classes, she is so lucky to be younger.  Also, the image above is not the actual event image.