Chapter 6:Mark Smith on…Middle School Days
During my school days and my teenage days, I probably fit pretty well into that stereotype of being that bashful, pimple-faced, dorky, very wimpy kid who keeps glancing over at girls he has a “crush” on (usually the more innocent and well-behaved ones, not the tough ones) but then the instant the girls of interest look his way he wimps out. Just think back to your school days and try to recall that irritating and annoying dorky (like a white suburban version of Steve Urkel) kid who wouldn’t stop looking at you but never said a word and then during recess he got beaten up by bullies on the playground. That kid would have most likely been similar to me in many ways. I was the real pre-Spiderman Peter Parker on the school playground during my days as a teenager (the mid 1990s).
Just think of Peter Brady in The Brady Bunch Movie, a movie that was very popular when I myself was a teenager, let me tell you. Take a look at some of the things that happen to the Peter Brady character throughout the film: bully problems, fainting in health class, the girl he had a crush on already having a boyfriend (and a quite strong and intimidating one, I might add). His voice was changing, which also led to more embarrassment. Also, take note of what happened to him in the school cafeteria when the school bullies almost nailed Peter Brady with a pizza to the face or when he was at the dance with the girl he had a crush on and then the bully scared him off and stole the girl from him and started dancing with her instead. Or perhaps George McFly, who never had the courage to stand up to Biff Tannen and then Biff tried to move in on the girl he had a crush on. Many times, if I had a crush on a girl, it was most likely the scenario that a mean and nasty person with a lot of muscles also liked that girl and I had to head for the hill s or face a beating, so to speak. Or maybe I was like a white suburban version of Steve Urkel talking in my nasally voice and always having run-ins with school bullies all the time. Believe me, I am no stranger to embarrassment and humiliation at the hands of school bullies and many times I tried to play it cool by brushing it off and trying to “kiss and make up” with the person (so to speak) who was giving me a hard time.
Just for random facts, this one time when I was in 2nd grade, a school bully tugged on my pants. He did not intend for them to fall down but, egad, that’s just what happened. Those pants hit the floor…and just in