The day of Homecoming rolled around and.the entire day.I wanted to vomit. I wanted to hide under a rock and miss Homecoming all together. She was so confident that I was going to win, but in reality now, I did not want to win. Even my twin, who is studying abroad in CHINA, was holding it down and got all of the students there to vote for me. I truly had no idea how serious everyone took the elections. People that would have not said two words to me previously, tapped me on the shoulder and tell me they voted for me. Leading up to Homecoming I would have people I had previously passed by on the way to class stop me and tell me they voted for me. I was so overwhelmed, the limelight was definitely not for me. Next thing I know, every Snapchat story is my face, every Instagram story is my face. One of my sorority sisters also had an entire photo shoot for me, so I could make flyers with my face along with my curly hair plastered on all of them. I am not sure anyone actually read my submission but I made sure all 21 of my sorority sisters read it by putting the entire submission in our group chat. Not realizing how many people cared about me everyone voted for me.
Not for nothing but I just wanted to be a princess. More than anything I wanted to apply to be Homecoming Queen of Kean University. My failures, my embarrassments, and my low self esteem turned into comedy show and for the time being I was fine. I prided myself on my own stupid moments, because that is what they were.stupid moments.
#SONGS ABOUT GROWING UP 2000S TV#
A TV show that would do better than Kylie Jenner's show that only lasted one season. Mostly because I SWORE we could have had a TV show. I loved to make them laugh and in turn make myself laugh. My friends are really the only people that I could be myself around. I still talked to people, made myself known in class especially with my teachers and I slid bye. Yes I was still a little out there but on a much smaller scale.
I began dabbling in makeup, sucking in my stomach to look smaller in photos, and holding my head below eye level so attention wouldn't be dragged to me. You think I stayed true to my weird spontaneous self? Nope. I was 13 and I was just happy I actually had people sign my yearbook.
#SONGS ABOUT GROWING UP 2000S MOVIE#
"Dear C3C3 (Yes my E's were 3's after a movie I had seen, allowed it to be implemented into my non-movie like life)ĭid I ever read these words for what they truly mean? No of course not.
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