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I'm in a good mood today, albeit tired.
Just got back from Enrolment Day at college, which meant turning up to an interview with Emer, my form tutor, and filling in lots of boring forms. 
I had to confirm what subjects and additional studies I was taking. Emer said, "You were very straightforward," and I was; I guess that'd be down to the fact I'd done it all before.The better aspect of having to trudge into college to sit and stare at bits of paper first thing this morning was that, afterwards, I got to go and socialise with people. I saw a guy coming down the stares who I recognised as Tom Kohler. I used to hate this guy when I was younger. Seriously, he was a twunt. And I was a bitch queen. It wasn't gonna bode well, was it?
In a strange twist of my usual self, I ended up helping Tom by advising him not to skip his I.C.T. Diagnostics Test in the computer block. This led to me actually getting along with him pretty well, and meeting some friends of his who are now friends of mine also. :) Either way, I'm glad to have reconciled things with someone I hadn't liked. It never really bothered me before, but it is nice and heartening that I am now friends with him.
Speaking of old foes, funny thing happened yesterday evening in Tesco, of all places, with my mother. We went to buy some of my stationery for college and to exchange a pair of shoes my mum had bought me that I didn't like. I swapped them for a top and a pair of different shoes. We went to do the exchange at the Customer Service desk. I approached the desk, and to my surprise, there was Naomi, a girl who had given me two years of total hell back in high school.
Naomi didn't like me because I went to a selective school. (Jealousy, I suspect - although I have never looked down on anyone for their education myself.) She would make fun of me and my friends when we got on the bus. She'd laugh and jeer and shout at me and call me names. I was recovering from an eating disorder at the time and being called "a fat, ugly slag", as infantile and untrue as it was in hindsight, did no favours for my self-esteem.
My worst memory I have of her is when I was walking along, carrying a pile of folders to school full of my exam work. Her and a gaggle of her stupid friends were walking behind me, but I thought nothing of it. She started calling my name, and I ignored it because I knew they were only going to shout abuse at me. I carried on walking, then all of a sudden I felt a sharp kick in the back of my legs and I fell over. My folders fell on the floor and all my work scattered everywhere. Some of it blew away, some of it fell and got soaked in the muddy puddle they pushed me in... ...but when I looked up, I saw that Naomi and her friends were tearing up a portion of it as well, laughing at me and telling me to watch where I was going (when in fact they'd kicked me over.) Hours and hours of my hard work and perseverence ripped to shreds by a pack of bitches.
How anyone can be so cruel is just beyond me. I find it sick. I worked hard on those pieces of work for months, and a lot of it got lost that morning on the way into school. I arrived crying, bleeding from my legs and covered in mud, and told the teachers what had happened, but nothing ever came of it. If I had not worked hard at the end of the year, I could have failed exams thanks to her destroying my study notes.Anyway, that obviously isn't a funny story, so back to that.
Well, the atmosphere was kinda tense, but Naomi pretended not to know me and having her serve and be overpolite to me was rather satisfying.
Then as Mum and I were walking off, I started to tell her - at full volume in earshot of Naomi, of course - how she'd made me so miserable those years ago. I relished turning around and noticing her furious-looking face when Mum replied, "Yes, she does look like a bit of a bitchy little madam, doesn't she?" equally loudly as I.Better yet, this all happened in front of Naomi's boss. Did I add she failed her exams and now works at the supermarket to make a living? Karma is a beautiful and wonderful thing!
| Update by Sali @ 21:34, Wed. August 30 2006 |
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