or when a meeting goes mostly well.
secretary of the sophomore class walking in for the first meeting of the year. introductions and ideas are exchanged, and somehow i was able to speak so much. about half of us were there, all of us girls, all of us strong and brimming with intelligence.
a good four hours spent planning and taking notes and contributing to the group and eating subway.
a few minutes before leaving, my friend giggled at me. I hadn't made a joke.
"you're so cute and awkward, wren!"
i cocked an eyebrow.
cute and awkward don't go together, not when anxiety is paired with awkward.
i noticed that maybe some people are told that being socially awkward is cute, endearing even. romanticizing the flaws in my brain.
i didn't know greeting and waving at a person of authority was cute or awkward, but i ignored it.
STAI LEGGENDO
Smart Girl
Saggisticathoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
