I Was a Kid Once

When I was a kindergartner, I went to a private Christian school in Koreatown, called “Pilgrim.”  Strangely, I currently work four block away from this building of nostalgia and terror.  

A little background:  I never had enough to eat in my packed lunches, but I was too shy to tell my dad.  Instead, I became what other kids called a “Beggar.”  Nerds candies were sold at the student store, and as a big handful of Nerds is bound to spill over a little, I picked up the extras from the ground:  I actually roamed the blacktop looking for stray Nerds to eat.  I also regularly snuck into the classroom at recess and lunch, to steal, mostly food, but also some decorative erasers and such. 

Also, for the most part, my few friends were boys, because I was always like “Look at my underwear!” all the time, and what boy in their right mind is going to be like “I want to avoid being friends with the girl who  shows me her underwear.” 

To recap, I was hungry, sneaky and harmlessly pre-promiscuous. 

Perhaps this is besides the point.  I’m really here today to discuss my love of annotating my yearbook. 

I liked to put frowny faces or mean comments next to people who I didn’t like.  Sometimes, if it was a picture of a friend or acquaintance, I’d be all, “I Know Her!”  Also, I was pretty evenly bisexual at the time (being in actuality pre-sexual, but with crushes), so there are a lot of hearts drawn around boys’ AND girls’ photos.   

I’m guessing that some of you share some of my experiences and preferences from this age, or at least the habit of editorializing.

Without further ado:

 

I don't know if you can see the heart I drew around the face of the blonde cheerleader in the middle of the page.  I had a crush on her -- my god, just look at her .... the perfect blend of new wave and pep-squad style ... but I also really appreciated her protection of me.  I was by far and away the most unpopular Kindergartener and 1st grader (I left this christian shit-hole in the dust after 2 years).  This cheerleader must have had a sister in my class or something (the school was K through 12) because she came to our playground sometimes, and was a gracious young woman who went out of her way to treat me well.            

            

close up

 

Well, if I weren't the kind of lonesome kid who ate Nerds off the ground, I would have ended this post on a high note, with the anecdote about the Saint Theresa-like cheerleader.  But I am a lonesome kid.  Was, am, always will be.  

So I leave you with this photo of some little assholes with very much warranted frowny faces drawn next to their photos.  And in case you can't quite see, here is a close up of these snobby ne'er do wells:

Let's hope you little terrors have learned a little noblesse oblige.