I hated school for years. I was a fat girl with thick glasses, smart and not pretty—that was the trifecta
of not popular.
Janis Ian sang it best:
“At seventeen you learn the truth:
that love is meant for beauty
not ugly duckling girls like me.”
I was the Valedictorian at my little high school in Steel Valley, Pennsylvania. I was the supposed winner in the game of ‘getting your education’, the one who got all ‘A’s, but I was picked last in every phys-ed class and no one ever slow-danced with me. Three great teachers, outside activities and a free-thinking Dad with a library in his bar saved me, but that is another story.