The Ultimate Mistake

It was something I would never forget, freshman year. My heart beat raced and palms got sweaty when I thought of it. How could I be so stupid? To think a sophomore football player would say yes to me! Who was I kidding; my attempt to ask him out was denied as soon as the first words left my mouth. Now that I am entering my junior year in a week my reputation of being that nerdy day dreaming freak has dimmed down to the barely noticed nerdy day dreaming freak. Why people call me that? Well, I guess you could call me a nerd, because of all these stereotypical cheerleaders and jocks at my school the smart people are the nerdy ones. I disagree with the day dreaming freak part, because it was a onetime thing. Plus, I was a freshman that shouldn’t be held against me since all freshmen’s have idiotic dreams that will ruin their life.