Being Me

Friday, December 30th

Sat with: Clique #30
Accompanied by: No one.

This morning, Stephanie told me she didn't think she could handle anymore tables. "But that's okay, right?" I told my home audience. "I mean, this needed a climax. In her darkest hour, alone, terrified, now forever to be known as the milk spilling idiot, our heroine must face the next table . . ." Which turned out to be a good one.

Conversation:
Me: Hey, everybody.
Jessica: Hi, Lauren.
Claire: Hi Lauren.
Me: So, how are you guys?
Claire: Oh, I'm fine. I was just telling Jess- we're going to go skiing this weekend.
Me: That's fun. Have you been up yet this year?
Claire: No- I'm really exited to- my family loves to ski.
Me: So does mine- and we haven't gone up either. Where are you going?

Sitting on the floor for only the second time since the experiment started, I actually enjoyed myself. After the tables I've been sitting at lately, it was nice to see a clique excited to see me. It helped remind me that the entire lunch room hasn't been like table #18, which I really needed reminding of.