In seventh grade, in the back of my parents’ car, on the way home from another disastrous school-wide dance, my friend Rebekah and I lied to each other in the nicest possible way.
“Nerds,” we told ourselves, “Are awesome.”
They were the most misunderstood subgroup in the high school hierarchy. Everyone should want to be one. Those snotty popular girls who had hurled insults down the school hallway toward us that night? They were just jealous. And they were wrong, too, because we were most assuredly not nerds.
Okay, fine, we admitted as the car turned a corner and a street lamp splashed yellow light into the back, highlighting our awkward hair and gawky arms. So what if we sort of were? It might not be permanent. If we could outgrow training bras, dollhouses with hand-painted shutters, and unrequited crushes, we could outgrow this. Nerdhood? Already speeding into the past, baby.
Only, that was a lie. The biggest of all.
Because now, two decades later, I have realized something. Almost every major decision I have made in my life has depended on my latent nerdhood, from my English major to my novel writing. And every purchase backs it up. The deluxe, shiny black Scrabble board on its spinny little stand. The pressed-wood clipboard and cushy mechanical pencil whose sole job is to support our nightly New York Times crossword habit. The books spilling off the bedroom shelves. This laptop, on which I’ve written novels in my free time instead of shopping at the mall, loitering around the bike racks, slipping frogs into the principal’s pillowcase, or whatever it is the cool kids do at age thirty-five.
I am a nerd, a bookworm. Still. Always. Even when I hide it. I have not outgrown it, and I probably never will. And lately I’ve decided I don’t want to. Because the hobbies that earned me taunts when I was twelve make me happy now. I embrace them.
I will always read novels in public, and scribble in notebooks, and continue to not know the rules of football. I will be introverted and sometimes awkward, and see my tendency to lean against walls at parties as character research. I will be bookish. Someday I will probably wear glasses. I will never be graceful. I will never be cool. But I’ll take joy over those things any day. And that’s one thing that has changed.
Because you know what? We were right, that painful, long-ago evening. Nerddom is awesome. So are confidence and joy and doing what you love. The rest really doesn’t matter.
What about you? Are you anything like you were in high school? Most importantly, what kind of nerd are you?
@Faith – Any excuse for fulfilling our introvert tendencies, right? Hey, if it’s good for us, it’s good for our writing…
@Beth – I’ve done the same thing! I think we learn to adapt, but do we ever really change?
@Catherine – Thanks!
@Christina – Woohoo! Nerds rule! 😀
@Kristi – That sounds wonderful! I loved college, too. It felt like there was less pressure to fit in, and I could finally be myself – surrounded by lots of people who thought and felt and acted the way I did. So, so much better than high school (and no comparison with middle school).
@Leslie – That is fantastic! And I have a feeling our daughter is a nerd-in-training, too. She definitely likes her books.
As usual, I *loved* this post! You are so awesome to share all these wonderful pieces of yourself with us! I’ll totally be leaning with you against that wall!
I think the most interesting people march to a diiferent drummer!
Being a nerd is the ultimate in coolness. And being a writer is even cooler (which is why there are so many of us). We rule!!!! 😀
@Robin – Awww. Thanks! I love your posts, too. And I will so lean against a wall next to you. How does RWA Nationals in Anaheim sound? 😉
@Pat – I totally agree!
@Stina – LOL! Yes, we do. We definitely do.
Love it! I’ve always been a HUGE bookworm too. I devoured every book they gave us and went to the library for more! I did play sports too though! 🙂
I was a band geek more than a nerd. I liked to read, but rarely did so at school. I’d shut myself in my room when I got home and read until dusk. Any homework assignment that centered around reading was done first, and math was at the very bottom of the list.
As an adult, I’d say I can be “nerdy” about certain subjects, but rarely label others as nerds anymore. Very few people are truly cool enough to deserve the title! 🙂
What a wonderful post! I applaud your “latent nerdhood” and believe that nothing is better than self-confidence and joy and doing what one loves. I also think “I am a nerd, a bookworm. Still. Always. Even when I hide it.” should be on a bumper sticker. : )
@Jemi – I did the same thing! Well, except for sports. I did swimming for a couple of years, but I was horrible. I moved on to the newspaper. That was much more my style.
@Emily – I prioritized my homework the exact same way! Too bad. Math can come in handy sometimes. But, then, so can reading, so it all evens out.
@Cynthia – Thanks! I played around with that section of the post for a while, trying to balance it just right. 🙂