What's
fun about the Internet is the dirt or success stories you can dig up
on people you know or knew. I'm sure, you like me, have used the RI
Defendant Search form at the Superior Court to spy on your neighbors,
old classmates and whatnot. What surprised me about doing that was
finding out how many wife beaters there were in my neighborhood over
the years.
“Really?
Wow, I thought he was just a quiet guy who liked to garden a lot.”
I caught myself thinking about one man I knew growing up. Guess he
wore the face to show the world and a different
one inside the house. But we all have that don't
we? C'mon...you do it too.
One
girl I Googled, who was tormented in our sixth grade class, I found
had made it to the top. The last time I saw her was in Miss Mara's
class and after that, poof, I never saw her again. I remember her as
a good kid and was given to theatrics at times to draw attention to
herself.
She,
unfortunately was 12 years old then and being a girl, was a time to
time target of other 12 year old girl's vile jealousy and tribal
behavior. Matt Groening (the creator of The Simpson's) once had a
cartoon that showed grammar school girls at their worst. The title
was, The Most Dangerous Thing in the World, A Roving Pack of
Eleven Year Old Girls. In the cartoon, a group of girls
are encircling another named “Debby.” The taunting girls chant in a sing-song voice,
“Cry Debby Cry! Cry Debby Cry! Cry Debby Cry!”
Of
course, Debby starts to cry.
Ann,
who I'll call this girl I knew in Mara's class, came from a family of
some means and could afford to dress their girl in nicer, more
fashionable clothing. I remember her wavy Katherine Hepburn hair,
her slight buck teeth which she was almost finished growing into,
silk scarves and corduroy skirts that were the fashion in 1976. The
other girls though, hated her for having any
access to such clothing. Lower middle class fashion for those girls
consisted of Wrangler jeans, flannel shirts for winter or some pull
over top for warmer times. All of which could have been bought at
Apex or Ann & Hope in Cumberland. I feel Ann's parents rarely
shopped at old mill outlets then.
I
can't remember the reason, but as Ms Mara was out of the class
(teachers then blew off work and hung out in the coffee room then),
the other girls saw their chance to start carping on Ann. Perhaps it
was just to start off where they left off. Ann did fight back but
it's not easy when seven other girls persecute and verbally abuse
your looks, voice, teeth and choice in shoes. Finally, Ann, after
giving it back as well as she could, buried her head into her arms
on the desk and started bawling.
It
was unfair.
This
would happen on various occasions throughout the school year. The
girls then would find another target they can beat on for a while
till they get bored of that and then move on to the next one and back
to Ann eventually.
So
today, I Googled Ann and I come to find out she was Merrill Lynch's
Top Bond Analyst in their headquarters in Manhattan.
Holy
Shit girl! Good for you! From JC Potter School all the way to a bond
desk in the world's financial capital.
Another
chick I Googled from that class (and who enjoyed bashing Ann) has a
lengthy record with the Superior Court.
Karma
is a bitch!
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