A Blast from the Past: A Very Retro Blog Entry

Blog readers get a brief look into my twisted, loser-ish mind at age 13! I found my diary in a deep crevice of my room and found it horrifyingly painful to read – I discovered that even as someone as pretentiously indie as me was once a big, fat dork with a crush on an infidel. Seventh grade was the first and last time I ever kept a diary. When you read what I wrote, you'll realize why.

5/15/97 (some names have been omitted to protect the innocent):
Today was really embarrassing! In science, I was doing my experiment with yardsticks (we use those a lot!), and he* started touching my hair with it. Then, he hit my butt. Then during 5th period, I had to take my IOWAS (in homeroom)...Then he hit me with a piece of paper. I was totally distracted. I think I failed. Then, I told Elizabeth F. about it, she said, "Oh, he's just flirting with you." God! How embarrassing! After lunch, I was walking to Art with Eliz. F, and he was in front of us. He opened the door. She told me about how Hunter burped in her face. Then, out of nowhere, Elizabeth says, "I heard about what you were doing to her at the IOWAS." He said, "Oh yeah." Then she said, "You like her, don't you?" He said, "No I don't." Eliz. F. looked at me, and I mouthed "no." God! It was really embarrassing…

5/20/97
[Girl who left Carlisle and moved away eventually] invited all the Clique #2 (at least, I think) and she didn't invite me. First, she left us and went to Clique #1. Then whenever she is in a fight with the clique, she's all buddy buddy with my clique. I really don't' care about that, but she didn't invite me! I hate everyone at Carlisle. This weekend, I'm going to do something really cool! I really have no idea what I'd do with Raabia, Naadia, and Bushra. They rule. All my Carlisle friends suck. Jenna's cool (most of the time). U don't understand how much I depend on them. My TRUE BFFs!

My tragic realization: the events that transpired in the 7th grade are eerily reminiscent of a typical day in medical school. This year, someone would always make uncomfortable comments like, "S/he likes you!" or "You like him!" or "Get a room!" This realization is fundamentally depressing – as twentysomething, future doctors, have we regressed to middle school behavior? Now, that is a truly scary thought.

--By Mariam, who is meditating upon time travel, regressive social behavior, and her dorky middle school wardrobe.