The bus pulls in and we shriek our approval. In a frenetic ball of hair scrunchies, giggles, and vanilla-scented lip balm, we load our bags into the cargo compartment. The sun shines brightly as my BFF and I climb aboard, singing a popular tune at the tops of our lungs. The driver looks grim.
Several of us will go on to make the all-state teams later that weekend (all-state high kick right here, bitches). And we'll walk away with the award for highest team-wide GPA, because we are so much more than long legs in short skirts. But, despite months of grueling extra-long rehearsals, we won't earn ourselves the coveted Superior rating.
Which makes our bus-boarding song choice all too prophetic.
|Beck - Loser|
|Found at skreemr.com|
This memory brought to you by the iPod of the designer behind me.