Many, many things take me back to the horrors of my schooldays. Berets, black nail varnish, being referred to as 'the walking talking dictionary'... I was always that little bit too geeky to be popular have friends. And nothing drove that home quite so strongly as the lonely walk into the cafeteria each lunchtime, tray in hand, past all the tables of popular people to my solitary spot in the back corner.
In place of friends to eat with, I had a poetry notebook and a spork. The spork wasn't much of a friend, but it did enable me to stab my jello repeatedly while muttering about cheerleaders and thinking of a new rhyme for 'soul's abyss'. If only I had had a titanium spork. The poems wouldn't have improved, but the stabbing...
Fruit-related gelatinous products would have feared me.
From Think Geek.
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