First Crush

I should have stayed home that day. I could blame my parent's for not educating me with Ferris's tactic earlier in life, but then I guess looking back I could understand why they hadn't. It was a normal September afternoon in Florida. The sun was out, my hair was plastered onto my forehead and I just knew if I took my backpack off there would be a marking where it had been against my grey shirt. I had just finished math in the seventh grade hallway and had walked to the elective building down at the end of the row. In my school, the class more commonly known as "home ec." was referred to as "Teen Challenges." Looking back, the more literal name that was used, was in fact, probably the more appropriate. Learning how to cook and sew while trying to look cute for our peers was nothing less than a challenge for a group of awkward preteens, who yet to have fully grown into their bodies. Whether any of us could be classified.