When I entered high school, I was still adolescently chubby, wore glasses (still do but back then they were uncool!), and had braces. My brother was in grade 12 and was VERY popular. All the girls like him so they were nice to me in hopes of scoring some points. I didn't have many friends because my girlfriends had all gone to different high schools than me.

Anyway, in my grade the really cool and popular kids ended up being the same kids I grew up with since we were little. I wasn't a part of that crowd - I was smart, joined all the extra-curricular clubs, played volleyball, volunteered, did my homework, and was pretty much the coolest un-cool person. The thing is, though, the cool kids liked me...They asked me to tutor them, they talked with me, said hi to my in the halls, and even asked me for advice (nothing is worse, though, than having the hottest and most popular guy in high school as you for advice on how to ask out another girl. This same guy who threw up on his desk in second grade! Ugh).

I wasn't by any means popular, but I suppose I was well-liked.

Were you popular?