tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post8431313565788211217..comments2023-07-23T11:53:16.145-04:00Comments on This Heart of Mine: First DaySamantha Brinn Merelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-28781969645444079252012-12-13T16:10:20.069-05:002012-12-13T16:10:20.069-05:00Oh wow. I loved the line that you didn't know...Oh wow. I loved the line that you didn't know how to take the bus. That's what I'd be thinking. I mean, sure you just sit down and ride, but really I'd be so worried!<br /><br />I went to a super small school and never moved. Same kids all the way from K-8, then add another town for high school and I still only graduated with less than 100 kids. A campus in 8th grade? I don't think I'd have survived.<br /><br />Great story.Michelle Longohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15437193620480920753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-81418369614530920062012-12-13T10:22:44.861-05:002012-12-13T10:22:44.861-05:00I thought that only happened in bad dreams. ;-)I thought that only happened in bad dreams. ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-29489099693535575622012-12-12T21:33:00.583-05:002012-12-12T21:33:00.583-05:00Now that would take a long time to get over as a t...Now that would take a long time to get over as a teen! I moved when I was in seventh grade, and that was no fun at all.Ginny Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14579981666900022792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-68121390551217247362012-12-12T21:27:04.521-05:002012-12-12T21:27:04.521-05:00Oh no! Such great build up here. This story is re...Oh no! Such great build up here. This story is really well told, and gives us an indication of both who you were as an adolescent and who you are now. I love that line about having time to be existentially lost. Really nice work, Samantha. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05393708147017569061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-90992533073215694722012-12-12T20:35:23.217-05:002012-12-12T20:35:23.217-05:00That's the worst! I was kind of waiting for s...That's the worst! I was kind of waiting for some major embarrassment the whole post, and it was pretty bad. Though, it makes good blog fodder/ a good cocktail party story years later, that was probably the last from your mind at the time. Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13213887812737407113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-65897841967801895822012-12-12T19:13:51.574-05:002012-12-12T19:13:51.574-05:00I wonder who was more embarrassed - you or the boy...I wonder who was more embarrassed - you or the boys you walked in on?Vanessahttp://www.5thingsaboutnothingimportant.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-51002669066817709512012-12-12T15:57:32.270-05:002012-12-12T15:57:32.270-05:00Not too long. The benefit was that no one knew who...Not too long. The benefit was that no one knew who I was yet, so they might have remembered that it happened, but not who it happened too. There were other 8th grade memories that were definitely more haunting. This one I can look back on and laugh.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-91944565066466859802012-12-12T15:56:27.442-05:002012-12-12T15:56:27.442-05:00Thanks so much Emma!Thanks so much Emma!Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-90583419490908214702012-12-12T15:56:13.185-05:002012-12-12T15:56:13.185-05:00Yes! Major Whoops.Yes! Major Whoops.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-80864838987864280172012-12-12T15:56:01.581-05:002012-12-12T15:56:01.581-05:00I think everyone has some sort of recurring dream ...I think everyone has some sort of recurring dream like that. Mine used to be that I had a test in a class I had never been too, and now it usually is that I have a trip I haven't packed for. Strange, our brains.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-6681558886512989212012-12-12T15:54:48.732-05:002012-12-12T15:54:48.732-05:00Thanks Gina! It was definitely something out of a ...Thanks Gina! It was definitely something out of a nightmare...Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-89971532566544218482012-12-12T15:54:16.500-05:002012-12-12T15:54:16.500-05:00Definitely. I would gladly have learned that 7th b...Definitely. I would gladly have learned that 7th building if it meant staying OUT of the boys locker room. Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-69766476412918730102012-12-12T15:52:39.465-05:002012-12-12T15:52:39.465-05:00I think that somehow, that kind of move is easier ...I think that somehow, that kind of move is easier on boys than girls. But also, I think I would have been ok had I been starting high school. But since eighth grade was the last year of middle school, there were basically no new kids except for me. Thanks Stacie!Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-85475415508562469762012-12-12T15:51:38.225-05:002012-12-12T15:51:38.225-05:00Yeah, it was pretty bad. All told, I probably woul...Yeah, it was pretty bad. All told, I probably would have been better off being late for math.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-49040043961687831242012-12-12T15:51:16.051-05:002012-12-12T15:51:16.051-05:00Florida is SUCH a weird place. Especially northern...Florida is SUCH a weird place. Especially northern Florida. You think you should be in an enlightened place since southern Florida is basically like being in New York, but northern Florida is a whole different story. You really might as well be in rural Alabama. I think I had a buddy, but she was just weird, and I thought I would do better on my own.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-87005924198148933682012-12-12T15:48:45.658-05:002012-12-12T15:48:45.658-05:00That moment when you realize your mistake? Worst. ...That moment when you realize your mistake? Worst. Moment. Ever.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-88407507094249911862012-12-12T15:48:30.556-05:002012-12-12T15:48:30.556-05:00Um, yeah. Me either.Um, yeah. Me either.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-87730902811854317132012-12-12T15:48:19.585-05:002012-12-12T15:48:19.585-05:00I know! I have noticed that a disproportionate num...I know! I have noticed that a disproportionate number of women who grow up to be bloggers/writers had insanely terrifying awkward middle school/high school years. Coincidence? Probably not.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-75220380321435902112012-12-12T15:46:33.068-05:002012-12-12T15:46:33.068-05:00Yeah, middle school/high school was not the best t...Yeah, middle school/high school was not the best time for me. I think I peaked in college, which, I would argue, is far better than peaking in high school.Samantha Brinn Merelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15109435460094526642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-84352846435486407072012-12-12T15:22:07.153-05:002012-12-12T15:22:07.153-05:00What a way to end the day! I'm guessing art cl...What a way to end the day! I'm guessing art class was sounding pretty good right around then.<br /><br />Great story!Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01039782718270899670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-36564827638326335692012-12-12T14:23:10.991-05:002012-12-12T14:23:10.991-05:00Ooooooh Nooooo! I've had school dreams like th...Ooooooh Nooooo! I've had school dreams like this...not being able to find classes. The end is a real live nightmare. You poor thing but you write it sooooo well!!!Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04841767868797265391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-53170683724554524212012-12-12T10:57:39.280-05:002012-12-12T10:57:39.280-05:00Oh you poor thing! We moved when my oldest son was...Oh you poor thing! We moved when my oldest son was going into HS. He never mentioned going into the girls locker room but I still feel badly about the timing of the move (he's fine now though, 2.5 years later). Very well written!Stacie @ Snaps and Bitshttp://www.snapsandbits.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-9071773644664028752012-12-12T09:49:19.762-05:002012-12-12T09:49:19.762-05:00Wow! That's quite a way to make a first impres...Wow! That's quite a way to make a first impression, huh?Christie @Random Reflectionzhttp://www.randomreflectionz.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-86007999305887016522012-12-12T00:14:36.664-05:002012-12-12T00:14:36.664-05:00I LOVED this story! Walking into the boys locker r...I LOVED this story! Walking into the boys locker room must have been so much worse than getting lost. Poor you!!Dawn Beronillahttp://www.happinesscubed.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118261797831917447.post-81435057425242389112012-12-11T22:43:34.779-05:002012-12-11T22:43:34.779-05:00Nooooooooo. Just nooooo. It's too awful. I was...Nooooooooo. Just nooooo. It's too awful. I was getting sweaty thinking about poor young you looking for your classes. Didn't they offer you a buddy or a guide dog. WTF. Florida is so fucked up. Anyway, love this. and Brave you. Loved this line the most: Seven if I took art, so I decided to never take art. christiehttp://www.outlawmama.comnoreply@blogger.com