New Stuff

So it's been a while. Whatever. I'm probably going to turn into one of those blogs where every other post is an apology for not posting more. Right now, I don't care that much.

Just an update on the life though, a lot of stuff has been changing. There is a lot of stuff that's going on and I see a lot of things starting with brand new beginnings next year. It's good things, really really good things.

Also in this vein, I'm starting this new essay, which may just become an addition to one of my other essays that I haven't put up yet. This is some of the beginning, tell me what you think?

"When I grow up, I want to be popular." That was always my birthday wish, or my wish upon a star, or my blow out this dandelion in one breath wish. To me, being popular was synonymous with being happy. Popularity didn't become an issue for me until I had switched schools and found myself at the bottom of the social ladder. I was out of place, had big glasses, and was extremely socially awkward.
It took a while for me to put a name to the problem. I couldn't figure out why I never talked to anyone during lunch, or why it was always difficult for me to find someone to be partners with during group projects, or why I found myself, on most recesses, walking along the patch of trees that lined the soccer fields by myself, narrating a story where I was interesting and funny and good-looking.
During lunch, after I had finished my meal and talked to no one, I started to observe some common trends. I saw that there were kids who didn't look like they were sitting by themselves. In fact, those kids looked like they were talking to people, had friends and were happy. I then noticed that there were other kids like me who looked very much alone. They did not look like they were talking to anyone else, or had friends, or were happy.
During class, after I had finished reading the selection and finishing the problems (I was usually the first), I began to notice that the same kids who looked like they had friends in the cafeteria, looked like they had friends in the classroom too. They were the kids who always took the longest to finish, but then I noticed it was because they were always talking to someone sitting next to them.
During recess, it all came together. I saw that the same kids who looked happy at lunch and in class, were the ones that always got picked for games or soccer. They were the kids who everyone else wanted to talk too. They were my first physical representation of popularity.