First day of sixth grade

I was a very obedient child.  My mom said jump and I would politely ask how high.  I didn't pick out my own clothes, she did and everything was just so cute! This is very evident from the home video we watched recently of my first day of sixth grade.  There I am all nervous looking, puffy eyed from lack of sleep and choking down a bowl of fruity puffs.  My moms videoing each of my siblings and I about our feelings of it being the first day of school.  Nick looks cool, he has tried hard to not look as though he tried hard and rambles off all kinds of things; such as "don't video me", "wait video this", "did you get that", "I hope not," "the girls all love me already", "see how big my biceps are? Like 9 inches" all the while using his best imitation of Pee Wee Hermans voice. 
Then there is Randy wearing his batman t-shirt excited for his Jr. High experience. This may or may not have been the year that he types in swear words on the spell check and gets caught.  My parents also gets a note about him farting to much in school and being a distraction.
  Fourth grade Jessica, with her high pitched voice, is hoping that she doesn't get Mrs. Stecklein.  Who she does end up getting and will eventually receive a report card from Mrs. Stecklein claiming Jessica has diarrhea of the mouth. 
Cute little Alicia, it is her first day of kindergarten, she is excited and wearing a cute skirt.  This year she will be tickled by her teacher, when asked where (my mom was sure everyone out there was a pervert) she responds saying "in the doorway".  She also falls asleep on the short bus on the way home from school one day, my parents were worried bus driver may have been a pervert too. Luckily she turns out to be perfectly fine.
Ahh now then there is me.  Wearing hot pink elastic waist band shorts, with a forest green top that ties around the waist and has large hot pink flowers.  My mom has braid my hair the night before and now its wavy with a matching bow.  I look just so cute!  Which would be fine if I was 2!  Even Alicias outfit is a tad bit cooler than mine.  That day at school a fifth grade girl or who I will lovingly refer to as "the whore" asks me why am I dressed like a little kid.  I was pretty much crushed.  I had left feeling so great about myself, hello my mom told me I looked so cute!  I just wanted to be cool, certainly not cute!  The outfit stayed crumpled and hidden in a closet for the rest of mysixth grade life!  There was no way I could wear wear it again without remembering the feeling of complete humilition.  This was also the year my mom bought me a straw hat that had a bow around it and a flowery dress that I wore for sixth grade graduation.  I wore it so I didn't hurt my moms feelings.  But I looked like I was from the secret garden. The only boy that paid attention to me that year wore a fanny pack. 

It was my moms fault.