tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post7121814776677051386..comments2023-12-18T03:54:34.700-05:00Comments on RockyCat: Pop-u-larrockygracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14457010488015617811noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-83571403050880888672011-07-14T15:30:49.834-04:002011-07-14T15:30:49.834-04:00In grade school, I was the third kid up in the pec...In grade school, I was the third kid up in the pecking order -- directly positioned atop the child who we would now refer to as "profoundly behaviorally disturbed" (I suspect a combo of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and a smorgasbord of sexual and physical abuse) and the impoverished girl who slept in her clothes with her little brother that peed the bed and who, thus, smelled like an uncleaned urinal. The only time I ever threw a punch in school was to protect the girl who smelled like pee from a mean little runt who bragged about catching my cats in his traplines. I later became a "band fag" (hey, it was the late 1970s...people still called each other "retards" too) etc. And my small town was also a very inbred place -- half the class was related by blood or marriage and given the high pregnancy-related attrition, by the time we graduated there were only about four kids left who would not have committed incest if they dated. You'd have thought I would have gotten a little more play in that situation, but no...<br /><br />- BridgettAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-56651095549298549052011-07-12T18:03:19.404-04:002011-07-12T18:03:19.404-04:00At the time, I felt wholly unpopular, but looking ...At the time, I felt wholly unpopular, but looking back, I was just middle of the road. I had some close friends and a lot of school friends, and even the popular kids knew who I was for the most part. They just didn't hang out with me. <br /><br />Maybe no one really thinks they are popular. I meet people now who were football players or cheerleaders in high school, and it's not like they talk about high school as the glory days. I've never met anyone who gloats about it as an adult.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-10744055938399819302011-07-08T18:59:45.213-04:002011-07-08T18:59:45.213-04:00I was bullied. Only asked out by intensely shy boy...I was bullied. Only asked out by intensely shy boys. Went to one party. So not popular. If I only could have written all my social interactions back then...the queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10263293738568555668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-15350604351181038242011-07-08T16:10:27.121-04:002011-07-08T16:10:27.121-04:00There were only 30 kids in my high school class, a...There were only 30 kids in my high school class, and they were all (except me) related either by blood or by marriage ("her brother married my sister" kind of thing) and had been together as a group since kindergarten, so it was all one big happy family. No "ins" or "outs". We had two hoods and one bad girl, and a few guys who came to school with manure on their boots, but they were all nice and accepted because people knew their whole life stories. Advantages of an isolated mountain village.~~Silkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11122262422346224632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-63030612018090265292011-07-08T10:19:31.311-04:002011-07-08T10:19:31.311-04:00That sounds like an awesome first job! Mine was at...That sounds like an awesome first job! Mine was at a little corner drug store/pharmacy. I had all kinds of responsibilities there besides being a cashier and back then you didn't have to have any kind of training to count out pills for prescriptions and put the labels on bottles. The girl that trained me her position also taught me how to drive stick shift.....or tried to.Badass Nature Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13870194339485341686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-47043540164384609452011-07-08T10:12:15.252-04:002011-07-08T10:12:15.252-04:00BNG, I worked during high school, too! At the old...BNG, I worked during high school, too! At the old Hi-Way Fruit Market.rockygracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14457010488015617811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-60952547685092982322011-07-08T10:11:15.815-04:002011-07-08T10:11:15.815-04:00HA-HA and I spelled soprano wrong! (giggle)HA-HA and I spelled soprano wrong! (giggle)Badass Nature Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13870194339485341686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-21220566879227788802011-07-08T10:10:25.659-04:002011-07-08T10:10:25.659-04:00Oh my gosh, I NEVER made first chair. There was a...Oh my gosh, I NEVER made first chair. There was a girl named Tracy who ALWAYS beat me out. Possibly because she, you know, PRACTICED.<br /><br />And good for you for sticking up for the poor girl. There was a poor kid in my class, and he ended up the star of the drama club. Fred. I wonder whatever happened to him?rockygracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14457010488015617811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-441657810529594352011-07-08T10:09:04.160-04:002011-07-08T10:09:04.160-04:00I was slightly lower on the totem pole than the mi...I was slightly lower on the totem pole than the middle, but not quite with the massive unpopulars either. Just barely. I was bullied through at least my Sophomore year of high school. I was a first saprano in choir, but wasn't with the "populars" in that group, or had voice training, so I wasn't accepted. In fact, my choir teacher was so busy coddling them that she forgot all about my piano lessons that I signed up for with her. I had to walk home (over a mile) for nothing and she ended up telling me she was just too busy to continue, after about a week.<br /><br /> I wanted to play volleyball, but knew I wouldn't be accepted, so I started working at 13 babysitting, and 15 as a cashier (my mother brought home that application. Hm, wonder what she was trying to tell me?)<br /><br />Outside of school time, I'd go run the school track at night to clear my head, I'd play tennis and swim during the day, maybe shoot some hoops too, but usually alone or with my boyfriend at the time.Badass Nature Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13870194339485341686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33288643.post-55016955261442138252011-07-08T09:43:27.399-04:002011-07-08T09:43:27.399-04:00Hmmm...I was captain of the volleyball and track t...Hmmm...I was captain of the volleyball and track teams and first chair in band, but I wasn't one of the popular kids (although I got along fine with them). I usually ate lunch with the "middle" kids. <br /><br />I never bullied anyone and no one ever bullied me, although I was assigned to be a girl's "bodyguard" once. She rode my bus, was EXTREMELY poor (no indoor plumbing), came to school dirty, etc., and she got picked on big time. My job was to escort her to the bus to make sure no one picked on her.<br /><br />One day, I got held up by a teacher and was a little late to the bus stop. By the time I got there, some a-hole kids had beat her up. I pretty much threatened to beat the CRAP out of those kids, and things were better after that. (That bullied girl and I became friends.)Pickles and Dimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14552386798256895855noreply@blogger.com