I’m baaaack! After my hiatus from blogging, we are kicking off with Memories Monday again starring Kay Cassidy, author of ‘Cinderella Society.’ Let’s hear what she has to say about her high school memory.
Ah, high school. The days of big hair and boys and exam stress and Duran Duran. (Yes, these are my high school days not today’s high school. Did the Duran Duran give it away?) There are lots of things I remember about being in high school. Most of them are, not surprisingly, centered around boys. I was pretty much born thinking about boys and wondering who they liked.
In fact, if I backtrack a few years to late elementary school, one of my most vivid memories is of asking boys who their “List” was. I always had a lot of guy friends and this was commonplace. Girls had them too. Your list was the top 5 people you liked, RANKED. I kid you not. I always thought this was a weird phenomenon when I got older but it turns out people I know from other parts of the country had them in school too. What a bizarre idea! Choosing five guys that you liked and then saying “I like Person A more than Person B” is terrible, isn’t it? And yet, totally considered normal. There were ways around it, of course. Like getting seven people on your list by saying they were tied for a certain number. (As long as there are rules, there will be ways of breaking the rules. Mwahahaha.) The thought of the whole list thing mortifies me now and I hope kids don’t still do this. But part of me knows they still do.
But I digress.
Flash forward again to high school and the list may have fallen by the wayside, but preferential treatment certainly had not. How did you know if a boy liked you? Hmm… that was harder to tell. Did he offer you a pencil when you forgot one in class? That’s a big clue. If you have to ask for one first, it doesn’t count. But if he offers it up of his own accord… well, you might as well start picking out china patterns and planning the big day. 
Seriously, it’s amazing we all survived the dating predicament known as high school socializing. I spent far too many hours wondering who liked whom, figuring out who *I* liked (this changed daily in some cases), and hoping that somewhere out there was a guy who liked me back. That’s one thing I will never miss about high school. Fortunately, being married to my best friend makes all of that a distant memory. So girls, take heart! Sometimes Prince Charming doesn’t come around until your college days or even later. In the meantime, have fun and try not to stress. I promise you most guys don’t stress 1/10th the amount we do about the whole liking game.
Ahh, Kay. How I loved thee high school lists. Amazing! Thank you so much for sharing your insight! For those of you who are interested in knowing more about Kay, you can check out her website here. Don’t forget to keep a look out for her book ‘The Cinderella Society!’ You can check out a blurb of her story below. In other news, keep hangin’! <3Nisha
What a girl to do when the glass slipper fits, but she doesn’t want to wear it anymore?
Sixteen year old Jess Parker has always been an outsider. So when she receives an invitation to join The Cinderella Society, a secret society of the most popular girls in school, it’s like something out of a fairy tale. Swept up by the Cindys’ magical world of makeovers, and catching the eye of her Prince Charming, Jess feels like she’s finally found her chance to fit in.
Then the Wickeds–led by Jess’s arch-enemy–begin targeting innocent girls in their war against the Cindys, and Jess discovers there’s more to being a Cindy than reinventing yourself on the outside. She has unknowingly become part of a centuries-old battle of good vs. evil, and now the Cindys in charge need Jess for a mission that could change everything.
Overwhelmed, Jess wonders if The Cinderella Society made a mistake in choosing her. Is it a coincidence her new boyfriend doesn’t want to be seen with her in public? And is this glamorous, secret life even what she wants, or will she risk her own happy ending to live up to the expectations of her new sisters?
