In 2008, all of the female first graders, and probably even a few of the male first graders, had a crush on the same seven year-old kid (for his sake and mine I'm going to change his name to John Smith). In the years to follow, the entire elementary school would have heard of and, of course, fallen for John Smith. But for the moment I, being a naive, newly turned seven year-old, thought that I would be the one to date John Smith.
So one day towards the end of the school year, my teacher announced that we would be playing heads-up seven-up! I came up with the most ingenious plan, for a seven year-old: I planned to pick John Smith in a game of heads-up seven-up.
Now to any child in grades three and under, this would be a colossal deal.If …show more content…
Unfortunately, being overlooked, I had to sit and wait my turn. I waited two whole rounds all while wiggling in my seat- whether it be because of the six chocolate milk cartoons I had been dared to chug at lunch or because of my nervousness and excitement- I will never know. What I do know is that some girl, that had no right to, picked John Smith during the second round and I became vehement! I glared daggers at that girl for the rest of the round- and yes; I knew that because seven-year-old Cameryn was a complete and utter …show more content…
It's almost there and-
Oh no.
Oh God no, please, no.
I glance down and sure enough. My pants and the ground below me are drenched. I pull back and try, in a last attempt, to hold it all in. It's too late. I glance up and immediately make eye contact with the teacher. She glances down to the ground and looks back at me before squeezing her eyes shut and reaching both hands up to massage her temples. She then inhales deeply before whispering quickly, “Justgotothenurse’soffice.”
But I was not about to let this plan slip through my now, sticky little fingers. I move forward towards John Smith's desk once more. I reach towards John Smith's hand and tap John Smith's thumb. John Smith's thumb pulls back into his fist, reassuring me that I had chosen John Smith.
I quickly and quietly saunter out of the classroom, my chest swelling with pride. Once I'm outside, I fist pump the air and do a little happy dance. I skipped the entire way to the nurse’s office with an enormous grin on my face, because I, Cameryn Eckert, had touched John Smith's thumb. I had chosen John Smith in a game of heads-up seven-up. There was no way John Smith wouldn't be head-over-heels for me.
Unless I had urinated in front of John Smith’s
So one day towards the end of the school year, my teacher announced that we would be playing heads-up seven-up! I came up with the most ingenious plan, for a seven year-old: I planned to pick John Smith in a game of heads-up seven-up.
Now to any child in grades three and under, this would be a colossal deal.If …show more content…
Unfortunately, being overlooked, I had to sit and wait my turn. I waited two whole rounds all while wiggling in my seat- whether it be because of the six chocolate milk cartoons I had been dared to chug at lunch or because of my nervousness and excitement- I will never know. What I do know is that some girl, that had no right to, picked John Smith during the second round and I became vehement! I glared daggers at that girl for the rest of the round- and yes; I knew that because seven-year-old Cameryn was a complete and utter …show more content…
It's almost there and-
Oh no.
Oh God no, please, no.
I glance down and sure enough. My pants and the ground below me are drenched. I pull back and try, in a last attempt, to hold it all in. It's too late. I glance up and immediately make eye contact with the teacher. She glances down to the ground and looks back at me before squeezing her eyes shut and reaching both hands up to massage her temples. She then inhales deeply before whispering quickly, “Justgotothenurse’soffice.”
But I was not about to let this plan slip through my now, sticky little fingers. I move forward towards John Smith's desk once more. I reach towards John Smith's hand and tap John Smith's thumb. John Smith's thumb pulls back into his fist, reassuring me that I had chosen John Smith.
I quickly and quietly saunter out of the classroom, my chest swelling with pride. Once I'm outside, I fist pump the air and do a little happy dance. I skipped the entire way to the nurse’s office with an enormous grin on my face, because I, Cameryn Eckert, had touched John Smith's thumb. I had chosen John Smith in a game of heads-up seven-up. There was no way John Smith wouldn't be head-over-heels for me.
Unless I had urinated in front of John Smith’s