Well, I'm certainly not a celebrity, and you can trust me when I tell you I am a genuine, recovering nerd.
Fellow blogger Lindsay's post on her love of reading brought me back to junior high. One day I heard someone talking about nerdy kids, the type who read books as they walk down the school's hallway. And suddenly I realized, no matter how good that book is, people think I'm a nerd because I can't put it down as I walk between social studies and math. The scary part is, I honestly didn't realize that was a geeky thing to do. So I stopped...unless the book was really good. Then I occasionally peeked at it as I strolled to my next class.
Fast forward to college. College, folks. I mean, my junior year. Of college. A friend had to inform me that, no, white socks should not be worn with black shoes. With shorts. Oops. (And it was a guy. That I had a crush on. Gah!)
Convincing you yet? Or should I tell stories about...
- getting lost repeatedly in the hallways of my high school?
- writing notes back and forth--in poetry format--to a friend in my chemistry class?
- checking out books from the library about Star Trek: The Next Generation and devouring them excitedly (and thinking that was cool)?