Part3 SWW BOOK ONE—HIGH SCHOOL SOCIAL CLUB
During my freshman year, I was one of the chubbies in our girls’ social club, so the fact that others, who were shapely, had attracted boyfriends while that was not true of me did not present a problem being that my experience, during jr high had been the same. The difference being that, during high school, I’d felt deeply thankful to find myself accepted by this group of girls, several of whom had become and remained my besties, regardless of what any boy might have said or thought of me.
You see, immediately after I’d pissed off the first boy (who had secretly captured my heart), ending our very first romantic, pre-teen, experimental adventure in a muddied up mess, kids who’d begun to couple up and party, together, in sixth grade refused to invite me, and that sad story, which has already been posted to my blog, can be found under the title of First Kiss ... so if you zero in on the left margin of my blog and scroll down quite a ways back in time you’ll find a detailed account describing what had caused my blissful daydreams—to literally blow up in my deeply SSW BOOK ONE part 2 HIGH SCHOOL SOCIAL CLUB
During my frosh year of high school (and as yet, unbeknownst to me) two groups of Jewish girls decided to form social clubs, whereby the membership of each group of girls was chosen from amongst my classmates to participate in private social events, many of which had been planned with boys’ clubs. These events were called socials. In short, these two girls’ clubs mimicked college sororities. And as social clubs existed in other high schools, this concept, though new to me, was not unusual within and beyond the sprawling nature of the city of my birth, which was surrounded by suburban living to which I’d grown accustomed, over the past three years of my young life.
👩🏻Annie
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