I was never the “cool” girl in seventh grade. My closet was Abercrombie instead of Hollister, my makeup skills were nonexistent, I tried having a boyfriend once (but hated it because I felt smothered) and my parents vowed to kick me to the curb if they ever found a MySpace profile under my name. I had this grey jacket with a furry hood I insisted on wearing every day from January to March and my Sony Ericsson flip phone could never rival the hot pink Motorola Razrs of my friends.

Eighth grade wasn’t the best either. To be quite honest, the only thing I remember about it was this dope U.S. history board game I made for a class project toward the end of the semester. I also remember wearing Sperrys, a pink and blue knockoff Ed Hardy shirt and a stack of colorful handmade beaded bracelets with sayings like “ILY<3” and “BFF”, but that’s not really in line with my current style standards so I like to pretend that never happened.