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?


  1. I read all that, and no catfight?

    Comment by Bone — November 9, 2005 @ 10:53 am |Reply

  2. I can’t think on one specific person that I just couldn’t stand from K through 12. As I was reading this I was thinking, I hope no one has dedicated an entire blog entry to how evil Carnealian was to them in school. Or any time for that matter.

    Comment by Carnealian — November 9, 2005 @ 11:06 am |Reply

  3. Yep, mine was a “Kathy”. Well, actually several “Kathy’s.” I totally have bad experiences with women with that name.

    Comment by annie — November 9, 2005 @ 12:27 pm |Reply

  4. I had a couple in high school. I wished one of them had come to my 10 year h.s. reunion so I could show her how good I looked and how well I was doing, but she was not there.
    She was quite the bitch.

    Comment by UziCue — November 9, 2005 @ 12:28 pm |Reply

  5. omg, she sounds like the queen of the bitches. I didn’t have anyone as bad as that, thank god.
    You know, the fact that you continued the cheer w/out your glasses says a lot about the type of person you are. that was just awesome. you didn’t run off crying or give up.

    Forget about her, she’s not worth your time!!!!

    Comment by Laura — November 9, 2005 @ 12:40 pm |Reply

  6. Nope, no Kate here. I had a couple of fights, but I couldn’t even tell you the guys’ names now.

    Comment by FTS — November 9, 2005 @ 1:34 pm |Reply

  7. I had a girl kind of like that in my school, too. I don’t know where she is, now…

    Comment by Jen — November 9, 2005 @ 1:41 pm |Reply

  8. Nope, no Kates for me. After reading this, thank goodness!

    Comment by abbynormal — November 9, 2005 @ 2:04 pm |Reply

  9. From Kindergarten through 8th grade, I had a classroom of “Kates.” Here was my class demographic:

    5 Girls

    12 Boys

    To break that down further:

    2 Girls were nice to me, the other’s weren’t too mean.

    10 Boys were horrible and evil to me constantly, day in and day out, 1 was my friend, and 1 was me.

    It is not good to be the smart/fat/non athletic kid in a small town.

    Comment by Coyote Mike — November 9, 2005 @ 2:25 pm |Reply

  10. No Kate, but one or two male ones.

    Comment by Jean-Luc Picard — November 9, 2005 @ 2:35 pm |Reply

  11. It’s funny how people that didn’t really bother with you in school always want to be buddies and chit chat at the reunion.
    Yes, I had a parasite myself!

    Comment by SnotSucker — November 9, 2005 @ 3:44 pm |Reply

  12. Oh & btw thanks for the link! 🙂

    Comment by SnotSucker — November 9, 2005 @ 3:44 pm |Reply

  13. That ceremony of reading off the list of thsoe who made it sounds absolutely terrible. WHO comes up with ideas like that. Awful.

    Kate sounds awful, too.

    I never really had a Kate. i had a small group of friends that stayed out of the limelight. They were sweet.

    Comment by Raehan — November 9, 2005 @ 4:36 pm |Reply

  14. My Kate was called Erin….the day she became one of half the girls in my year at school to get preganant/have a baby by the time we left school at 16 was the best day of my life. It meant that I knew she had lost the pedestal she always thought she had!

    Comment by Claire — November 9, 2005 @ 4:37 pm |Reply

  15. I never had a Kate. I had a group of friends I outgrew and moved on to nicer ones. Wow, Kate sounded so mean. I would have cringed seeing her again at your reunion. Sounds like you handled it well though!

    Comment by mommy d — November 9, 2005 @ 5:04 pm |Reply

  16. I’ve run into many mean people like her (she reminds me of Reece Witherspoon’s character in “Election”). Honestly, I just tried to avoid them if they were going to be that way. I’ve run into some in cyberspace–nasty bloggers or vindictive bulletin board people. And again, I’m just polite and run away. Fleeing. But I’m glad that you got some closure–your Kate sounds like she was really awful!

    Comment by Running2Ks — November 10, 2005 @ 3:23 pm |Reply

  17. Oh wow…that must have really been difficult…all that time to be around that biotch.

    I had a lot of “Kate’s” in grade school. In the middle of 4th grade, we moved across town and I went to a different school. The school was so small that there was only 1 teacher for each grade, so we were stuck with the same group of kids every year. There were a group of girls who picked on me and the leader of that “group” was the one who went out of her way to be nasty to me. It wasn’t uncommon for me to go home crying or feel like crying on a daily basis.

    I sometimes wonder about that girl. I wonder what her home life was like that she had to feel some semblance of control and superiority by being mean and nasty to another person. (I wasn’t the only one she picked on.) I wonder how she turned out as an adult and what she’s doing today.

    I wonder if she has ever regretted how she treated me and does she ever think about me too.

    Comment by Colleen — November 13, 2005 @ 10:03 am |Reply

  18. […] like girls when I was growing up. There were a few nice ones, but most of them were bitches, a la Kate. I’ve always found it more difficult to make friends with girls that are very girly (in my […]

    Pingback by Little Girls, Little Girls « Interstellar Adventures — March 28, 2007 @ 10:41 am |Reply

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