I make no secret about the fact that I’m a nerd.  I’ve always been a nerd.  Who knew that all these years later, being nerdy could be celebrated.

I was telling my husband a while back that I really hope Punkie is a nerd too.  I think it’s the best way to go.  I didn’t really have any peer pressure.  My friends were busy, as I was, studying, reading books, and memorizing the dialogue in 80s movies.  To be honest, I don’t even know what the cool kids were doing with their time.  Did they party? Did they drink or shop lift?  I have no idea.  I was busy keeping shenanigans off of my permanent record.

Bill Gates was a nerd . . . I think he owns Seattle now.  Hell, he might own the entire State of Washington.

As a nerd, I honed some good skills – I developed a work ethic.  I figured out how to be liked just enough so I didn’t suffer on Freshman Friday (the Seniors would throw Nair and perfume and who knows what else all over various Freshmen).  I learned how to study and keep an open mind.  I participated in a lot of after school activities, which helped me identify the things I liked doing and the things I didn’t ever want to do again.  I learned to accept that I’m not a model and I will never look like one – to accept myself the way I am.  I learned how to tell self-deprecating jokes.

I ran across this article today:  http://www.cnn.com/2014/06/12/living/cool-kids-study-parents-duplicate-2/index.html?hpt=hp_bn11

It’s nice to have one’s instincts confirmed by science.  I’ve always liked science.