I was a Weird Kid in school, but acutely conscious of it. With much the same consternation from parents over the matter, but then, I don't think I was quite as happy about it all as you were. It's hard to say, at this much remove; so much of childhood ends up reworked through what I know and feel now that it's hard to be sure of what I really felt and thought back then.
I spent a lot of time knowing that I was an outsider, and being very proud of it, and also frustrated by the fact that I didn't think it was something I could really do anything about. It wasn't something I had chosen; it was just the way I was.
I spent all my lunch breaks and recesses and time after school reading, or writing. To the point that one of my teachers insisted once on taking away my books when she sent me out to recess so that I would Go Play, and I just sat by the side of the playground with my arms crossed, refusing to interact. So she let me go back to reading again.
But I suppose this is just a way of agreeing with your first point: we were all Weird Kids, to some extent.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:56 pm (UTC)I spent a lot of time knowing that I was an outsider, and being very proud of it, and also frustrated by the fact that I didn't think it was something I could really do anything about. It wasn't something I had chosen; it was just the way I was.
I spent all my lunch breaks and recesses and time after school reading, or writing. To the point that one of my teachers insisted once on taking away my books when she sent me out to recess so that I would Go Play, and I just sat by the side of the playground with my arms crossed, refusing to interact. So she let me go back to reading again.
But I suppose this is just a way of agreeing with your first point: we were all Weird Kids, to some extent.