"Hey, you guys, these girls are fatter than us... we could actually win this!"
Ah, victory. To the throwers of the Keystone gals' track team, victory seemed so far away. But this, this could be our shining moment, our glory day, our 'And the Oscar goes to...' kind of thing. So, we line up, and I take my place with the other girls of the race's third leg. I'm under the lights, in front of crowded bleachers full of family and friends - not mine, but they make me nervous all the same... what a feeling. The gun shot pierces the night air. The race is on, and Adele seems to be doing well for us... dear God, Danielle has the shotput already? It's getting closer... closer... "KIM... RUN!!!" Ah yes, I was supposed to have taken off already, huh? No worries, I'll just grab the shot and...
And then, I ate cinder. (Actually, it was a nice, bouncy track, not at all like Keystone's.) Things began racing through my head. "Well, so much for the race." "Nice job, nerd." "You are SO gonna get laughed at by the boys."
And back at the meet... "Kim? Here, give me your pants, we have to get off the track." (And no, I was not wearing the pants in question.) "Wow, your knee looks really bad. Let's go get it cleaned up."
Who was this incredibly kind person? Why it was the fourth leg of the race, the girl who never got to run, and, coincidentally, July's Nerd of the Month. So, we made our way back to the stands, where my coaches raced down to see if I was okay... wait... no, they just sat there. Our Nerd, however, took me to the very stinky bathroom, where she cleaned me up with water, napkins from the concession stand, and some stuff from a brown and yellow team's first aid kit. (Ours only had athlete's foot spray in it.)
Well, that about did it for that stupid, stupid night. It really brought out the awesomeness of July's Nerd for me though. She didn't have to do what she did, but she's my... um... dawg, or whatever you cool kids are saying nowadays. Other than being my throwing buddy, she helped me to survive the dreaded 9th period (which, I believe, she was only on time for like 7 times... but who can blame her?) Yes, history movies would have been lacking in entertainment value without "Wake up, Miss Gordon" every 10 minutes. Hehehe.
Anyway, now that I've relived the most loathsome night of my life (and the most loathsome class of the year) please welcome July's Nerd of the Month - Beth.
