It's the little things that change us.
I recall, seven years ago, sitting on my best friend's bed and tearing through our newly-printed yearbooks.
It was the end of our junior year in high school.
Realizing that popularity was duly noted by the number of photos you're in and noting that photo-wise, I was fairly non-existent, I decided that during my senior year things were going to change.
It truly was a Square Pegs moment.
Since geeks only become "popular" popular in movies, prom queen wasn't in my future. I wasn't going to win over some jock's affections. It didn't matter, though. I had loftier goals.
For this sixteen year-old, popularity was measured by senior-year class superlatives. You know, the titles "most likely to..." and "best..." which are bestowed on graduating seniors by their peers.
On that fateful summer day, I vowed that I would rise up from obscurity and receive an obscene number of votes for every superlative under the sun.
I was determined to be noticed...
* This anecdote was prompted by yesterday's cringe post.
You don't think a set-up like this won't produce a cringe-worthy story or two. As if.
