Posted on 10/04/2009 2:27:37 PM PDT by franksolich
I always thought the most unattractive thing about her was her freckles, which I associated with the malignancies affecting my younger brother, but most others in my high school class saw that she was fat, something I myself did not overlook, but minimized because of the freckles seemed a greater affliction.
I never knew the fat girl very well, if at all. The fat girl was from the south side of town, Old Families and Old Money, with its own grade school, while I was from the north side of the town, New Families and New Money, and a nouveau "progressive" elementary school.
And then when both sides of the Sandhills town of circa 3,000 were united in junior high school, I was in grades 7A and 8A, while she was in grades 7C and 8C. There were three classes of 7th- and 8th-graders (including 7B and 8B), where one was placed based upon ostensible intelligence. But in retrospect, perhaps the fat girl was not, really, stupid.
And then through all four years of high school, I do not recall that I ever had a class that included the fat girl. She always remained an ambiguous blur, and while I was a callow, shallow lad who could be rude and insolent much of the time, I never saw anything in her that excited my interest.
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HMMM , strange story with a strange ending. Thought provoking to me though. I can somewhat relate to the author. While not growing up rich or even in an affluent family, and actually being po’ white trash, I was fairly popular within my economic and social class. I well remember the “fat girls”, nerdy geeks,and other social outcasts and after I ran across some of them later in life, many still fat,ugly,or nerdy, while some outgrew their awkwardness, I always think, “ Man, I sure hope I was not too unkind to them back in the day”. I don’t recall being exceptionally cruel to anyone, mainly I just ignored those people
immature and condescending twaddle
Why not just post a thread that says “please click on conservativecave.com”? It might save you some time and some embarrassment.
Oh my.
Actually, I’ve posted a lot here.
The deal was, yesterday was a cold and rainy Sunday in the Sandhills of Nebraska, and excepting for the random by chance automobile speeding down the highway a few miles north of here, the closest human being in my vicinity at the time was 21 miles away.
Surrounded by trees, alongside a river, all sorts of flora and fauna, and not being a nature fanatic—and for obvious reasons not inclined towards radio or television—all the books in the house read—the cats romping and playing atop the William Rivers Pitt circa two blocks away from the house—and again, it being a cold and rainy day.....
.....well, I can think of a lot worse things to do, than just sitting around remembering something.
Admittedly, the story’s a lemon, I laid an egg, but that happens. One learns, and moves on.
Again, I can think of a lot worse things to do, than just sitting around remembering something.
Well, *I* enjoyed it. It’s a slice of real life, nothing wrong with that. Life is strange, I LIKE that! LOL! I grew up with a girl who ended up being a notorious bank robber. Life is just strange.
Not sure what you are used to. I think people here are more interested in bottom lines and poignant points.
I feel sorry for the fat girl, though. Imagine, blaming Ronald Reagan.
WTF Ping
Was this a true story?
Tough crowd today, isn’t it?
Of course, but that’s real life too.
I think it ended up being a lousy story because of an incomplete or ambiguous ending, but because it’s non-fiction, it reflects real life, which rarely has neat, all-loose-ends-tied-up endings. To this day, I do not know what happened to the fat girl (here, the ending took place in the mid-1980s). She wreaked a great deal of havoc in that grocery store, and so possibly she was put away for a very long time.
I admit it is a lousy story, but given the number of stories I’ve posted here, I’m never sure. Some of the stuff I myself thought was pretty good, the audience yawned; other stuff I thought was lousy, the audience applauded.
It’s a learning process.
And while I’m sorry it ended up a lousy story, I’m not sorry I posted it. freerepublic, after all, offers one an opportunity (for which we’re all grateful) to toss ideas, observations, experiences, out for critical approval or disapproval.
Put it in the garden!
It will either grow amazing tomatoes, or kill every weed in sight.
Or, more likely, vice-versa. *<];-^)
OMG! THe “death” was a cover story; Teddy had a sex-change!
Instead of taking criticism, you should have taken her out of pity.
"I had a sister, Sally, who was...".
Hey where did you find that photo of Meghan McCain?
If any FReepers have been through Del Tackett’s “The Truth Project”, remember the lesson of “The Foo”.
Hey Frank. This is Ptarmigan at CC. Like it.
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