Moral Support

Friday, November 19
Sat with: Clique #10- 9th grade boys.
Accompanied by: Steph- "For moral support!"

Conversation:
Me- I know we were going to do table 23, but it looks all full. How about 10 today?
Steph- I'm kinda nervous.
Me- Me too. We should just get it over with, right?
Steph- Yeah.
(I'd like to say we marched with our heads held high towards the table.)
Steph- Hi Tyler.
Tyler- Hello.
Steph- Lauren, this is Tyler.
Me- Hey.
Tyler- So is there something wrong with your table? I'm just askin'. Cuz, like-
Steph- Oh, no, Lauren's just-
Me- Steph!
Steph- What? Can't I tell them?
Me- No! I don't-
Steph- Lauren's doing an experiment on the lunch room.
Tyler- So is she gonna chop us up or something?
Steph- No, she's sitting with all the different cliques in the lunch room. We were supposed to be sitting with those guys over there-
Tyler- The trench coat guys?
Steph- Yeah, that's clique 23, but they're all full.
Tyler- So, what table are we?
Me- You're number ten on my map.
Tyler- Map?
Steph- Yeah, she's all about research and stuff.
Tyler- Okay then.
-SILENCE-
Tyler- You don't have to sit here the whole time, do you?
Me- It's usually better if I do.
Tyler- Well I'm just sayin', nobody's making you stay, so.
Steph- Thanks, Tyler.

Weird looks: On Steph's count, "Like, a ton", on mine, seven.
Requests to leave: One. Kind of.

Conclusion: Being the wimp that I was this week, sticking to familiar tables or keeping my mouth shut, any kind of different table was nerve wracking, but worth it, of course, like anything else in the world.