This is to lighten the mood after my last post.
Disclaimer: Written in sarcasm, read with caution!
As a book lover, there will come a time when someone is going to call you a nerd. To me, it happened only once ,and it was the most hilarious American moment I had.
Being raised in Albania, being a “nerd” was a very good thing. We use the term “intellectual” The straight A students who loved reading were respected (I demand my respect), and also the well known around the teachers. I might have used that reputation a lot of times to get out of trouble (shameless), but overall I was confident about myself. No one would beat me in an “intellectual” conversation. I raised my hand and responded the questions with confidence. I slayed people when talking about books, okay?
But then I had to move to US, my senior year of high school. Sure, US high schools were not like the movies, right? There were not nerds and popular kids, right? Wrong. God, I don’t know but drama followed me that year starting by dating rumors, secret admirers letters, people being mean, and all I wanted was to be left alone to enjoy my books in peace. Don’t get me started on the comments people made about me dressing up every day.
It was an usual day. I was trying to make my outfit work, but I was not feeling it. The school had made us wear these school T-shirts, and I was fixing my leather skirt, to at least be somewhat fashionable that day, casually covering my knees every time a dean would pass by me. The school’s dress code was sexist, and I never followed it. But that is a different conversation.
But there I was, minding my own business, dealing with my own problems, not talking to anyone in particular, trying to survive another day in school, thinking about making a cupcake stop after my last period, when someone disturbed my peaceful existence.
“Nerd!” I had a guy screech at me, squinting his eyes, and pointing at me (pointing is rude in Albania). I raised my eyebrow super confused as I looked at the 12 year old looking boy, and my “intellectual” self was not understanding the situation.
Guess, I couldn’t have my peaceful existence in US, because everyone has a damn unnecessary opinion to express in the name of free speech.
The boy advanced to intimidate me, with a group of friends behind him, and at that point I was trying to hold back my laughter, because there was this young boy who didn’t reach my shoulders’ height (I’m 5 foot 4), who was trying to intimidate me (I was known to be scary), and who thought that I genuinely cared about his opinion. Young man, I don’t even know you. Who even gave you permission to talk to me, dude?
I mean, what do you mean by nerd? I was only trying to help my friend’s fantasy club succeed in this club fair. I only had video games’ music playing, and some fake swords people could use to play .Okay, fine, I get it. I guessed I looked like what Americans would call a “nerd”, because they want to label everything.
As always, I was ready to say something snarky back, and offend the guy, making him run away. I was good at confrontation. But I didn’t want to do that in a new high school, in a new continent. I mean. I could get in trouble with my rude personality, you know? What if he ran to his mom crying? (happened when I made my cousin cry)
And that’s when it all started, my journey in US and people feeling the need to express their unnecessary opinions to me, only to play the victim each time I responded back.
What was the first time someone called you a nerd?