Smelling the Fear

Throughout elementary and high school, I struggled with bullies. Most of the time they were not physical bullies. Sometimes they were. But mostly they were of the mental and emotional sort– my least favorite kind of bully. If you think I suck, just hit me. Give me an Indian burn or a titty twister. Pull…

The Valentine’s Wait

Valentine’s Day has never been one of my favorite holidays. It has always been about waiting. In elementary school, I waited for a secret admirer’s special valentine to magically appear on my desk while I was at recess. It didn’t. In high school, I waited outside the weight room for my long-time crush to emerge…

The Girl Across the Room (My Best Friends Wedding)

10 years ago I walked into my child development class at West Springfield High School and found my assigned seat along with the rest of the class. I didn’t know anybody as it was my first year at this new high school, but I was optimistic about this particular class. I thought what better place…

Letter to My High School Self

Dear High School Courtney, It gets better. Someday soon you will learn to embrace the things that make you different, and you will actually be liked for them. I know you feel like you need to have the perfect hair, the perfect body, and say the perfect things, but you don’t. The reality is that…