OMG, She Did Not Just Say THAT!

 

I’ve always been the kind of girl who has the answer to every question in class, and for some reason my teachers prefer to pick on the kid who doesn’t pay attention.

One day, when I eleven and just in the fifth grade, I raised my hand. I wasn’t called on but I forgot to put it back down. I completely zoned out. For a couple of seconds, I sat there annoyed. “Por que nunca me escoje! Soy la unica interesada en la clase,” I thought. I knew what was going to happen next. La profesora would pick on the boy sitting in the corner scribbling T.H.U.G L.I.F.E across his knuckles, in an attempt to humiliate him for not knowing the answer. I had seen this one too many times, and so I became lost in my own thoughts.

As I stared at the different objects in the room looking for something to entertain me, I noticed the projector light cast a shadow from my teacher’s glasses. I had seen her face a million times, and it always looked the same to me. But not this time. This time, there was a shadow that lined her eyebrows and the space between them so perfectly that she appeared to have a fuller unibrow than Frida Kahlo. The five year old in me found this sight so amusing; I think I may have sat there over ten minutes, solo mirando y apreciando, just looking and appreciating the view. After all, it’s not everyday your teacher grows a unibrow.

Irritated with me for still having my hand up my teacher asked, “Alondra what do you want?” and you won’t believe what I said next…

“YOU HAVE A UNIBROW!” I blurted, almost shouted out. It was all so surreal. No lo podia creer. It felt like one of those scenarios that play out in my head when I day dream. But the laughter of children, and the burning sensation I felt across my face, that occurs only when I blush a real blush, told me that all of it had really just happened.

Fortunately for me, the class ended quickly afterwards. But the embarrassment I felt that day, still resonates with me when I tell this story ten years later. I’m sure you probably have a similar tale to tell, or that you would rather not tell… because of how embarrassing it all was for you, but trust me when I say that when you get older, all these embarrassing stories will be the ones you remember with most joy and laughter.

Live life to the fullest and enjoy every part of it, even the little mistakes. And don’t be like me or “thug life” kid, pay attention in class!

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