Call me a negative person, but going back to my school to register for senior year makes me so excited to graduate and never see these people again. I was actually excited to go to see everyone at registration, but the minute that I stood in that horrific 30 minute line, I remembered why I was so happy that school ended for the summer. I did make small talk to people...and just like any typical movie about a girl in high school, there's always that one guy that you will just never get over. However, unlike the movies or sitcoms, we'll never be anything because we're in different groups. Which brings me to another thought: I'm sorry, but in reality I don't think that the popular boy would ever go for the lesser girl... I also don't actually think that football players make bets about transforming the nerdy girl into a hot one (To NBC: This could be a reality show called "Betting On The Girl" and the winner gets like one million dollars... but back to my point). Would I absolutely love it if this one particular guy asked me to prom? Words cannot describe how badly I would loose my voice from screaming yes so much. But, unfortunately, that's not reality. So on the topic of school dances, here's a little story. Last year, I was feeling super confident. I kept saying to myself "You know what, Sara?! This is your year. You'll get asked to homecoming easily!" I got a note during class saying to come to the office. Of course, I kept thinking that there was no other reason for me to need to go to the office than getting asked to homecoming. I was prepping myself on the way to the office (choosing my facial expressions, how I'd say yes...etc.). I finally got to the office and sat down. I had mentally prepared myself and honestly, I thought I was going to get asked because I've seen weirder askings happen. I finally got called in and my guidance counselor looks at me and says "We have a problem with your classes for next year, but I'll fix it right now"... Disappointment at its best, ladies and gents.
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