May 17, 2005
Dorkeriffic - My mission
Maybe it was the giggles and dumbfounded looks I got from my classmates, or the sigh of impatience from my 2nd grade teacher that clued me in. We had learned in class that day about a new phoenetically based spelling system. So naturally, when it came time to do spelling exercises in class and the teacher asked us to spell "squirrel" I blurted out with enthusiasm, "S-K-W-I-R-E-L." No one voiced the moniker, but I knew even at that young age I was different. I was a DORK.
Sheryl Paige
www.sherylpaige.com
Later events in life only confirmed my early suspicions. Like the infamous "apple" incident, and the co-ed basketball fiasco. I will save those stories for another time. Suffice it to say, both feet were firmly planted in dorkdom by my teenage years.
As I grew and my dorkosphere expanded I learned clever ways to interact with all socio-economic and racial strata. I even managed to learn guitar and how to write songs, so to some I became an "artist." Always at the core, though, lurks my true dorky self.
I'm married and have a daughter now, and true to form, as was pointed out in last Friday's "Zits" comic strip..."Everything mom touches turns to DORK"...my daughter is a self confessed dork, and proud of it.
Maybe you've felt the same way a time or two (or ten thousand.) Here at this blog my intent is to explore the art of being a dork, the wonders of dork culture, consider what it really means to be a dork, and even recognize the accomplishments of other dorks. Hey, we have to stick together, right?
Posted by Sheryl at May 17, 2005 01:46 PM