A Ted Story -- 6th Grade Humping
I have decided to write a series of tales about my adventures in life.
This particular tale takes place in 6th grade.
I spent the night at someone's house. This kid, Josh, was having a birthday party. He invited many friends over to spend the night with him, and we all slept in his room, on the floor or on his bunk bed. I claimed the top bunk as soon as I could, while Josh and another friend slept on the bottom bunk.
During the night, when we were all going to sleep, I could not go to sleep. I was very not-tired. So, the logical course of action was to hump the bed and moan out the name of a random girl from our grade, Bryanna, to make people laugh and get attention. Bryanna is a popular red-headed girl who I have never really associated with. We never talked or hung out, and I really didn't know much about her. But regardless, she was the first female to come to my mind. Of course, I wasn't really asleep, and they never realized that. The next morning, we all packed up in their parents' cars and went to church together.
During this time at church, we all gathered around a table by ourselves and had some snacks. We were in the Sunday School session, because for some reason people up to 6th grade went there and played kiddy games with babies. Thus they all whispered about with me, cracking jokes at me and asking questions. Naturally I played along and thus began my """"crush.""""
The rumors all spread around the school, and eventually it got around to her. She began to play me like a violin, and I fulfilled her demands as much as I could. Because of my having to play along, I actually began to develop a crush on her. It wasn't a real crush, but it was kind of like some sort of self-imposed forced infatuation with her. I imagine that is what it's like for people in arranged marriages that don't suck ass.
Regardless, this made me go in to "horn dog mode." I began cracking any sex jokes I could, and started my journey to find my place in the world. I began acting a little hyper and crazy, trying to be as funny as I could. This whole scenario, all of it was about getting attention on myself, and getting people to like me. I guess that's where my whole attention whore schindig really started to kick off. At this point, I never really understood who I was or what I wanted. To be honest, all of my life there has been a very apparently attraction to boys, since I always loved those shirtless exercise ads and seeing boy classmates without shirts on or when a little bit of their tummy would peak out from taking a sweater off or stretching and lifting the shirt a bit, but I never realized it until 7th grade. I will write that story later.
But, one thing I clearly remember is the "I must survive" dance. One day, near the end of school, we were doing an assignment and the teacher turned the radio on. The song "I Will Survive" came on the radio. To this, I began making humping motions in the air and yelling "I Will Survive." My classmates, especially Bryanna, found this incredibly hilarious, so I kept doing it. The next day, Bryanna called me over to her group of girlfriends, and asked me to do my dance. So I did. And they all loved it. It became my thing, I loved the attention it got me and people loved it. I became instantly popular.
But one day, I got called over by one of the playground supervisors. She caught me, and told me if I ever did it again, I'd be in big trouble.
So naturally I do it again, loving the attention. And get caught. Again.
When I go to class, my teacher calls me up. She puts a notecard in front of me, and asks me to write down why I did it. So I did, I wrote people told me to do it. She told me that the playground supervisor was going to call home and tell my parents, but she stopped her. I was so nervous, I felt like I was having a heart attack. If my parents found out I acted completely different at school I don't know what I'd do. I suppose that's where all of the hiding and the lies went to. I think this whole event is where I began to develop two aspects of myself, the "real" me and the one I put on for family. I liked how I appeared to my family. They all thought I was cute, funny, quiet, respectful, and polite. But at school, I'd turn in to a monster. And I felt I had to keep everything seperate. I knew if my parents found out, they'd slaughter me.
The whole teacher thing scared me so bad I never did the dance again. I tried to stay funny and popular but nothing I did really flew with the people in my grade. I realized this when I tried to run for class president. I think Bryanna one, and she only one because of how very popular she was. I think I got like 3 votes out of 20-30.
So that's the tale of my 6th grade year. The whole thing lasted just about the entire school year. It was one of those years of school I really regret and felt ashamed about.
This particular tale takes place in 6th grade.
I spent the night at someone's house. This kid, Josh, was having a birthday party. He invited many friends over to spend the night with him, and we all slept in his room, on the floor or on his bunk bed. I claimed the top bunk as soon as I could, while Josh and another friend slept on the bottom bunk.
During the night, when we were all going to sleep, I could not go to sleep. I was very not-tired. So, the logical course of action was to hump the bed and moan out the name of a random girl from our grade, Bryanna, to make people laugh and get attention. Bryanna is a popular red-headed girl who I have never really associated with. We never talked or hung out, and I really didn't know much about her. But regardless, she was the first female to come to my mind. Of course, I wasn't really asleep, and they never realized that. The next morning, we all packed up in their parents' cars and went to church together.
During this time at church, we all gathered around a table by ourselves and had some snacks. We were in the Sunday School session, because for some reason people up to 6th grade went there and played kiddy games with babies. Thus they all whispered about with me, cracking jokes at me and asking questions. Naturally I played along and thus began my """"crush.""""
The rumors all spread around the school, and eventually it got around to her. She began to play me like a violin, and I fulfilled her demands as much as I could. Because of my having to play along, I actually began to develop a crush on her. It wasn't a real crush, but it was kind of like some sort of self-imposed forced infatuation with her. I imagine that is what it's like for people in arranged marriages that don't suck ass.
Regardless, this made me go in to "horn dog mode." I began cracking any sex jokes I could, and started my journey to find my place in the world. I began acting a little hyper and crazy, trying to be as funny as I could. This whole scenario, all of it was about getting attention on myself, and getting people to like me. I guess that's where my whole attention whore schindig really started to kick off. At this point, I never really understood who I was or what I wanted. To be honest, all of my life there has been a very apparently attraction to boys, since I always loved those shirtless exercise ads and seeing boy classmates without shirts on or when a little bit of their tummy would peak out from taking a sweater off or stretching and lifting the shirt a bit, but I never realized it until 7th grade. I will write that story later.
But, one thing I clearly remember is the "I must survive" dance. One day, near the end of school, we were doing an assignment and the teacher turned the radio on. The song "I Will Survive" came on the radio. To this, I began making humping motions in the air and yelling "I Will Survive." My classmates, especially Bryanna, found this incredibly hilarious, so I kept doing it. The next day, Bryanna called me over to her group of girlfriends, and asked me to do my dance. So I did. And they all loved it. It became my thing, I loved the attention it got me and people loved it. I became instantly popular.
But one day, I got called over by one of the playground supervisors. She caught me, and told me if I ever did it again, I'd be in big trouble.
So naturally I do it again, loving the attention. And get caught. Again.
When I go to class, my teacher calls me up. She puts a notecard in front of me, and asks me to write down why I did it. So I did, I wrote people told me to do it. She told me that the playground supervisor was going to call home and tell my parents, but she stopped her. I was so nervous, I felt like I was having a heart attack. If my parents found out I acted completely different at school I don't know what I'd do. I suppose that's where all of the hiding and the lies went to. I think this whole event is where I began to develop two aspects of myself, the "real" me and the one I put on for family. I liked how I appeared to my family. They all thought I was cute, funny, quiet, respectful, and polite. But at school, I'd turn in to a monster. And I felt I had to keep everything seperate. I knew if my parents found out, they'd slaughter me.
The whole teacher thing scared me so bad I never did the dance again. I tried to stay funny and popular but nothing I did really flew with the people in my grade. I realized this when I tried to run for class president. I think Bryanna one, and she only one because of how very popular she was. I think I got like 3 votes out of 20-30.
So that's the tale of my 6th grade year. The whole thing lasted just about the entire school year. It was one of those years of school I really regret and felt ashamed about.