Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Wow. This is a hard one. Mostly because those people are not worth the effort of writing about.
Ummmm... ok here goes...
Dear Tennis Hut Kids (albeit mostly the girls)
You made my life hell in high school. You were never blatantly mean nor did you bully me. I wasn't on your radar. But you were on mine. I never had the right clothes or CDs. My mum had the wrong job, car and house. I was too clever, too quiet and not the right type of girl to fit in.
I agonised over what I could do to be like you or at least get an invite to the cool clique. What a waste of time and energy.
If I could have my time in high school over, knowing what I know now... I would tell you to get a life and stop relying on your looks and Daddy's money to get you everywhere. Popularity is great when you have earned it for the correct reasons. I would tell it doesn't make a difference how popular you are in high school, life is not the cloistered confines of high school. I would say that being in the In-Crowd is all good and well but how many of you knew who you really were.
Now I don't rightly care about you or your lives. Suddenly now that I am an adult I realise that I am a successful teacher, great mother, loyal friend, loving daughter and an awesome wife who has lived and worked in three countries. I am proud of who I am, where I am and whom I have become.
But I'd guess you'd know it if I friended you on Facebook.