A Nerd's Life For Me!

I was stuck between the decision to look at my art work hung on the wall as if I were paying attention or look away like I couldn't care less. Nobody knew that it was my drawing and I wanted it to stay that way. To be honest I was kind of proud of the drawing. It was of a hammer and nails on black paper drawn with a white pencil. The hammer and nail were surrounded with a background of color. It was cool and interesting, similar to every one's drawings because we'd all had the same assignment, and to be honest showed more skill than some of my classmates. I didn't really have a problem with the drawing at all minus one section that has a close up view of the tip of the hammer. I was afraid that some immature guy would think it looked inappropriate. Still even that section was well done.

No the problem I was currently facing was the fact that our teacher had decided to read the comments we wrote about our own drawings out loud. She still didn't reveal our names, but I feared what I said. I couldn't even remember what I wrote. It was rushed and I hadn't put much thought into it. I'm aware that on occasion crazy phrases of insanity escape my mind and make it into the real world causing me humiliation that I will never live down. That is what I feared.

I went for the semi-attention approached. I glanced indifferently at my art work, but simultaneously fiddled with my pen as if I were bored out of my mind. Apparently this approach was best because no one paid any attention to me. Then my teacher read my comments out loud and to my astonishment, I was not humiliated.

In fact, my comments were so utterly normal that they were perhaps the least memorable in the class. To make things even better, my teacher seemed to think they were pretty smart comments. I smiled in my head as she moved on to the next person's comments and I kept my "I don't really care" attitude.

Thus is the life of a nerd. Sure sometimes I crave the spotlight. But reading my stupid poem in front of my English class is not something I desire to do. Ever. Unless it's really good, but even then I don't really want to. Once I got a 98 on an English paper and my teacher wanted me to read it aloud because she thought it was so well written. I on the other hand wanted to shred it to bits and crawl into a corner where no one would notice me. It's not that I'm ashamed of being smart or talented. It's just no one wants to be the boring person who takes to long to read their boring paper. No one wants to have the murderous eyes of the classmates boring into their heads trying to communicate, "Stop talking now so we can go to lunch or you die!!!!"

And no one wants to sound crazy... most of the time.

Halloween Party Update:
Today, a couple friends and I are going to start working on the script of a Ghost Hunter's style comedy video. It's not really a spoof of the show, though it does parody some stereotypical people. I can't really share any more details because I don't know that many. I do know that the character that I will be playing in the video flirts with some wimpy guy that will be played by one of my friends. My friend's boyfriend's character flirts with me in the video. Most awkward love triangle ever!!! Of course the main purpose of this video is to entertain people at the Halloween party, but our second intention is to create very awkward situations between the people involved in the video. I think we're doing a good job so far and we haven't even started.