8th grade...ah, the hell. In the 3 months I was there, I had rumors spread about me that I was a lesbian (I didn't have a boyfriend, nor did I want one) and I broke my foot in gym while playing a chauvinistic game of soccer (then had to walk to the bus stop after school, then across a frozen parking lot to the hospital, I wound up crawling because there was no one around to help me).
Anyway, the point of this post is to relate the humorous event (though let me tell you, it wasn't funny at the time. Hell no). My first day of school, I had to stand up in front of each class and talk about myself. I was called to the front of my English classroom.
"Hi. Um, I'm Nelli. I won't be here very long." I sat back down.
After class, the cutest boy I'd ever seen came up to me. Tall, brown eyes, longish dark red hair. We didn't have anyone like that at my school. He came up to me and stopped, flashed a grin, and said "Hi Nelli. I'm Chris."
And I, being a suave, worldly 13-year-old, blurted "How did you know my name???"
He looked at me oddly and said "um...you said it at the beginning of class." And then he left. And never talked to me again.
At least I can laugh about it now. See? *ha ha*