Okay, so the Week of Avoiding Harry Potter Spoilage is over. I'm finished with "Deathly Hallows." Man, can you believe Harry killed Hermione and Ron and ran off with Snape? I totally didn't see that one coming.
But I laughed and cried and am very sorry the series is over. 2007 is really turning into the year of endings: "The Sopranos," "Harry Potter," my company's time in DC; I almost hate to ask what's next.
Last weekend, my mother, who's been cleaning out her house in preparation for a move, came over with all my old school yearbooks in tow. I went to the same private school from fifth grade to twelfth grade, so I had a pretty big pile to examine.
In the 1983 yearbook, here's what one of my classmates thought to scrawl for her "farewell" message to me:
"Hi Nicole! Just a reminder -- you'd be a knockout if you lost a few pounds!"
Nice, huh? "Have a great summer, fatass!"
The funny thing is that this girl really wasn't a terrible person. She carpooled with me. We had sleepovers and stuff. She was my friend. And I vaguely remember that her mother was pretty awful; I know my own mom was utterly appalled by that woman, though I don't recall the specific offenses. My classmate probably repeated what she'd been hearing about herself for years.
It's weird, though. What on earth would possess someone to write that?
Okay, I'm being too nice. This was my initial reaction upon reading that after all this time:
"What kind of a weird-ass pathetic total LOSER would you have to be to write something like that in someone's GODDAMN YEARBOOK? Idiot."
And this was from ninth grade, which means that I wasn't even all that fat yet; I didn't really blow up into Lane Bryant territory until my junior year. Which just goes to prove my bitter theory that endlessly nagging people about being overweight tends to bring on the exact opposite of what the nagger hopes to achieve.
And now that I think about it, this wasn't the only time this girl dropped hints -- always carefully framed so that they weren't direct insults and I couldn't call her on them -- that I wasn't quite as pretty as I thought I was and maybe I should stop being so stuck up. Weird. I liked her, and I thought she liked me, but if my memory serves, she sure did have Issues with my looks.
And I *was* pretty back then (so there!), but I sure as heck didn't think so at the time. Maybe if my friend had known about all the shit I was getting from my family about my weight and how no man would ever want me as long as I was fat, she might have cut me a break.
I don't know. And it doesn't matter now. But man, I hated high school. I sure wasn't sorry to see that come to an end.