this one goes out to you Sarah

Okay. I have nothing to write about lately, except my terrible baking skills. Until: I remember Sarah's memories of my dad working at her high school. Well, her dad was my 6th grade teacher. I liked him a lot. I can guarantee you he did not feel the same about me. I was a terrible student and person at the time. Paul Costley sat behind me and my best friend Shanna was in my classroom (nuff said). I was loud and wanted everyone to think I was hilarious (a lot has changed since then).

I'm going to digress for a moment: Shanna and I once prank-called Paul Costley. We thought he wouldn't know it was us (we were in 6th grade, okay). She said something shocking on another phone upstairs in my house, so I said, "Shanna!" To which she said, "Thanks a lot, KASEY!" And then we, both, promptly hung up. Those were the days, I tell ya.

Anyway back to Mr. Lindahl. I thought he would think I was funny (and I think I was also trying to make Shanna laugh) if I winked at him during class and made sexy faces. I blew him kisses and raised my eyebrows from my desk at the back (it was probably 2 minutes worth, but in my mind I did it a lot throughout the day). He kept looking away and ignoring me (probably trying to avoid the perverse little 12 year old girl in his classroom). Well, nothing was said about it and I forgot about it (for the most part/although I was pretty proud of it in my mind). Until... one day I was kicked out of gym class (I don't remember exactly why? talking too much, not paying attention? being loud? all of the above?) and sent back to my regular class room. Mr. Lindahl was at his desk quietly working. I walked in crying (god, I hate myself), and sat at my desk. I'm sure he asked what was up, why was I there, what happened? I must have been confused as to my punishment because I remember him saying something to this effect: "What do you expect? You sit and make eyes and wink at me during class... You don't take anything seriously... You don't have respect... You're obnoxious..." Maybe more, maybe less. I don't remember the particulars. But to this day when I think about it, I just want to crawl in a hole and die. I imagine that when he hears my name, he thinks, "Oh yeah, I remember HER."