Interstellar Adventures

November 9, 2005

My Arch Nemesis

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:33 am

Yesterday, I mentioned that I met my arch nemesis, Kate B., in first grade. And it’s true. She didn’t like me from the first day she met me, and despite the fact that I tried to become her friend at first, she would have nothing to do with me.

You see, Kate fashioned herself the Queen Bee. She had made friends and formed cliques in Kindergarden or earlier, and she didn’t quite think I fit the mold for her little group. She would say or do mean things to me. If I tried to join in an activity, she would shun and snub me in front of the other kids. She was just a nasty little brat to start with.

She became the Girl I Didn’t Want In My Class. Yet every year, under my classroom teacher’s name, her name would be listed, always before mine. First through Fifth grade, we shared teachers, classmates, lunches, and she went out of her way to be cruel. I remember the Cabbage Patch Kid mania, and of course, she had one right away. I didn’t have one though. She would bring hers to school and flaunt it in my face.

In third grade, my mom enrolled me in Girl Scouts. Kate B’s mom was the troop leader. Mrs. B. was the nicest lady. And she liked me, or at least tried to make me feel liked. She would make Kate let me play with things at her house during our troop meetings, even if Kate protested. For the next three years, Mrs. B was nice to me, while Kate remained as nasty as possible. I was good at selling Girl Scount cookies, twice earning trips to camp for the amount of cookies I sold. I chose Camp Bette Perot, the equestrian camp, because Kate was going to Camp Rocky Point, the sailing camp.

In Junior High, I got a bit of a break. If you can call only having her in half my classes a break. I just couldn’t get away! There she was, all the time. At the end of sixth grade, I had my heart set on being a cheerleader. I don’t know why I thought I could be on the squad. Although I took dance, I had never done gymnastics, and while the jumps were easy, the flips weren’t. I tried out anyway, and Kate actually laughed at me. Of course I didn’t make it past the judges. Kate did, and then was elected by the student body.

In seventh grade, I tried for cheerleader again. This time I made it past the judges and got to try out in front of the student body. I was psyched. But, then, as I cart-wheeled and round-offed down the mat, my glasses flew off across the gym. Nice. So, I did my cheer and my chant blind. This was probably a good thing. I couldn’t see anyone looking at me. Elections were announced the Friday before Spring Break. At the end of the day, all cheerleader nominees went down to the art room with the Cheer Sponsors to hear the results. Lots of girls, flowers and balloons. Except me, I had a single rose from my mom. They were announced alphabetically. Someone with an A name was announced, then someone with an E name was announced. The next thing I heard was a scream of ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!’ as Kate fell out of her chair, sobbing. She hadn’t been elected. I didn’t hear my name as they skipped over H, but I was fine with that. I was sad, yeah, but Kate didn’t make it either. So it was OK. I felt a little twinge of vengance. You see, she had turned into an uberbiotch, and pissed a lot of people off. She spent the whole of the next year trying to be nicer to the people that mattered. I wasn’t one of them.

In High School I was still Cursed With Kate. She was in at least one of my classes my Freshman and Sophmore years. My Junior and Senior years she was in my homeroom. By that point we pretty much ignored each other. Still, for twelve years, five days a week, I had to see her.

I saw her again at my ten year reunion. She actually talked to me. I don’t know why. Maybe just to be polite. Perhaps she had learned that being a catty biotch at all times wasn’t appropriate. Maybe, *gasp* she had grown up! Whatever the reason, we chatted for a bit, but it was still awkward. Of course I was sweet as pie to her. We never ran in the same circles, had any of the same friends. And she’s the only person from school that I can ever remember being consistently ‘my enemy’.

Did you have a Kate?

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