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Proverbs 31:25-26&30

Monday, December 12, 2005

Confession

Once, in 7th grade, I had a crush on a boy named Aaron Bennett. In the always believable gossip grapevine of middle schoolers, it was brought to my attention that he might know that I liked him. This upset me to the point of tears and, by the time I got to science class, I was bawling. (I didn't really start talking to boys until about 9th grade.) After starting class, my teacher called me out into the hallway and asked me if someone in my family had died. I told her the truth but, looking back on the situation now, I probably should have lied. Because if she was anything then like I am a teacher now, she probably went home and made a lot of fun of me.

8 Comments:

At 6:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Okay Sara, I just have to come clean and let you know that I had a crush on Aaron Bennett in 7th grade too. Those great middle school crushes...and look where they got us.

You probably thought I had fallen off the face of the Earth...I haven't :) I miss your cute face and hope you are doing well!

 
At 7:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember that day, Sara. You were horrified that Aaron MIGHT know you liked him and more horrified that the teacher noticed that you were upset and called you out into the hallway to explain why you were crying. Moms as well as teachers have a sense of humor, too. I remember hugging you and biting my lip at the same time. Wasn't funny to you, I know, but the picture in my head of you explaining to the teacher your reason and listening to you try to explain it was. Sorry. I feel so much better to have finally come clean with that! :)

 
At 8:03 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ladies! Sara, Erin, just wanted to let you know that I'm still single and lookin' for love. So if either of you are still single, look me up. I've had a crush on both of you ever since 7th grade. I haven't changed much since then except that I've gained a few pounds, I've lost most of my hair, and I'm addicted to kinky strip joints. Other than that, I'm a spitting image of that squeaky voiced boy you remember from 7th grade. Hope to hear from you soon!

 
At 8:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I too have to make a confession. I know that this may come as a shock, but Aaron didn' t write that last comment. It was me. Sorry if that dashes any hopes you may have had of things finally working out after all those years.

 
At 10:21 PM, Blogger Sara said...

Erin Carrasco! Where have you been the last couple of years? I sent out a search party, but heard nothing back so I was wondering... But I'm glad you're there! :) And I'm glad that you came clean about Aaron. He really was the babe of middle school. B-A-B-E. I don't think I talked to him until high school though...

 
At 10:21 PM, Blogger Sara said...

Thanks for not laughing mom. It would only have made this story more painful than it already is. :)

 
At 10:23 PM, Blogger Sara said...

Cory,
You should be ashamed. Just ashamed. I called Aaron to ask him out and he had no idea what I was talking about. It was mortifying.

Also, that was a lie. But you should feel just awful. Santa knows you did that too...

 
At 2:59 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Welllll, I can relatively easily sum up where I have been the last couple of years. First of all, I slaved away my last year at WMU by scraping the gum off the bottoms of desks, therefore I totally let my social life go to the dogs (sorry about that). After graduation, I decided to become a gorilla trainer. I moved to Mongolia but then decided that I liked the Mongolian Barbeque back in the states, so I returned, but moved to Kentucky. In Kentucky, I married a 14 year old, but when I decided he was more interested in watching Sponge Bob than me, I had that annulled, became best friends with Jennifer Aniston helping her through her divorce in Beverly Hills. After all of this, I decided Flint is truly where my heart was and moved back here, only to get a job at UM-Flint making close to relatively nothing.

Ahhh, the memories. You should call me if you're home for the holidays - I would love to see you and Laura and whomever else. :)

 

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