Way back when in high school, I was never part of one clique.  I was kind of a free spirit.  One week I was a preppie, the next I was a surfer girl, a jock, a rocker.  And my friends were of all different groups as well.  I had my few closest friends, but I hung out with everybody.  Again, preppies, jocks, punks, whatever I didn’t care, all that mattered was that they were my friends.

As high school went on, I found that certain friends of certain groups would get upset if I hung out with others.  This caused me tremendous pain as I was always trying to please everyone.  And I found that I just couldn’t do it.  That was when I started dating a guy from another high school, far away.  It just made things easier and as I type this I am wondering if deep down that was the only real reason I dated him,  forever, it was safe from my closer friends at school.  Hmmm…. something to ponder…

Anyhow, what has me started on this post “So High School” is that even today, I have found that there are still cliques, still groups that I either don’t belong or people think I don’t want to belong because I am ‘hanging’ with someone else.  And this is just so weird that I have been thinking about it for a week or more.  But, everyday I drop and pick up J at school.  There are two or three distinctive groups of parents.  I have at one point or another befriended Mom’s, Dad’s or Caregivers from all sides. But, I find that they don’t cross over.  So, if I am talking to one Mom then, another from the other group won’t talk to me or vise versa.  And it just seems so strange, that after all these years I still get the sense that I should be talking a little to everyone every single day.  And I get the sense that the ones I can’t talk to get a bit upset that I can’t.

Not sure if this is making sense to anybody but me, but I guess it just still feels a little bit like high school some days.  Or maybe it is just me and I feel like I did back in high school if I can ‘t chat it up with everybody.  The best part about it all is that I really don’t let it get to me like I did in high school, there is enough of me to go around.  I just find it strange that there are still cliques out there, I thought it was such a cliche.

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I was tagged by Beanish and Other Languages I’m Learning for the seven things meme. I have done this one a couple of times so I am hard pressed to find seven more things interesting about me. So, bear with me if I am repeating myself. Here it goes

1. I collect Magazines. I can’t help it, I buy a magazine then can’t seem to throw it away. I had ten full years of Vogue, Cosmopolitan and Glamour. Then I stopped buying them, but couldn’t get rid of the old ones. One day, out of the blue I let them go. Put them to the curb on bluebox day and that was it. Then I started buying Martha Stewart Living…..

2. I have never dyed my hair. I had a stylist tell me she new the perfect shade of blonde for me (after I was complaining that my hair went dark after J was born) and I had to laugh because she didn’t know me when I was blonde, so I told her if I ever decided to dye my hair I would bring a photo of myself.

3. I wear reading glasses. I know so young and wearing reading glasses. But, apparently if I had had them in High School, I wouldn’t have suffered from migranes so much.

4. I lived in England for a year when I was six/seven (I had my seventh birthday there). I remember all the castles, taking a boat ride on the Thames, walking accross London Bridge and going to Brighton Beach . We also visited Paris (which is where I celebrated my seventh birthday) I didn’t go up the Eiffel Tower because I figured we would be back again soon. I have never been back.

5. I am 5 foot 10 inches. I have two Sisters shorter than me, one by an inch the other by four inches. I am still one of the shortest in my extended family. All my cousins but one set of twins are taller than me, but two inches or more. I have forty odd cousins.

6. I can play the piano with my toes. Among other things. I haven’t practiced in a long long time, but I used to be pretty good. It was just something I tried one day and realized I could do it.

7. I used to drive a motorcycle (mine was a 1990 though not a 2000 like the link). I think I have mentioned this many times. It is just that I do miss it somedays. Not on the days when someone flies by me going double the speed limit or when someone flies through a stop sign or red light. But on those sunny warm days when you just want to feel the wind and ride. I replaced it with a convertible, which I also miss, but vow to get another when the kids are old enough. The sun roof just doesn’t cut it.

I did get a scanner for Christmas, so I may be able to dig up a few photos from England and one of me and my bike. I’ll put that on the todo list 🙂