Yes It Is Sunday Not Saturday So In Conclusion, Socks.

So, this happened.

...and then this happened.

Then Pinterest invaded and totally bested any idea I could have come up with: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/511299363918297564/ (for those that like the mildly creepy)

So I just decided to write about socks. No creepy, because that was already taken. And then I thought about it. And then I wrote things.

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i read a book in

God knows what grade.

it was Gooney Bird Greene, and every time i use the word

"suddenly"

i think of her.

because here is the thing about Gooney Bird Green.

she does not mind being herself.

she adores it. she will wear tutus to school.

she will interrupt class with the world's greatest story.

she will wear mismatched socks.

i remember when my mom did the laundry,

she would have me sort the socks sometimes,

and she had this special way of folding them in on themselves

so that the pairs would

stay pairs,

green by green

blue by blue.

i wore them, hitched up over

my tiny elementary school shoes,

with all the stubborn pride that

a person can be born with.

that was the year i was interviewed

by the school broadcast. the teacher

who ran it remembered me after that, 

and

in the crowning era of

third grade, i was part of broadcast.

i helped mainly with post production,

making sure the

audio lined up with the

video. it wasn't much, but 

i loved it.

sixth grade, he was my tech teacher, and he remembered me.

seventh grade, i watched the jr high broadcast, wondering, waiting.

and then there was eighth grade, and i was in broadcast.

i did the editing.

it was filmed live, so it was 

different.

but 

i still loved it.

the year wound down.

i remember one day my teacher said that he

still remembered that little girl with

mismatched socks;

he told me this,

beaming,

and i laughed and looked down

all my socks were black, so

it didn't matter anymore.

but for a moment, i remembered

that girl too, so proud

so young so inspired.

then i turned and

sat down and

started prepping,

watched the clock wind down

until the microphones went live.

-kat