Geek

This story is © copyrighted to Adrienne Wolter in 2003 and onwards. It was written on Friday, December 12th, 2003. Do not take this story. Though this story features someone who sings in a choir and is a member of an orchestra, it is not autobiographical.

Geek

I’m the type of guy that most teachers love or hate, and most fellow students prefer to pretend doesn’t exist. You know, the geek, the brainiac who plays in an orchestra and sings while other guys play soccer and are swooned over, the sort of guy you’d expect to be as emotionally deep as, well, a nickel. Or as deep as a conceited football player, though most girls don’t really acknowledge how stupid some of those people just are. The reason they remain unchanged when they’re hit in the head when they fail to catch the football is because there really wasn’t that much in there to knock around in the first place.
Anyway.
I’m not the type of person you’d expect me to be, though. I may be a geek, but we geeks aren’t all stereotypical math freaks. In fact, the only reason I’m a geek is because one day I wore a t-shirt with some binary coding on it for ‘69’ and got called a geek by one of the popular kids for, like, understanding ‘that stuff.’ Not too geeky, right? I hoped not, but those popular people seem to think differently.
Nah, I’m not like one of those ‘I-must-be-popular-or-I-must-die’ types of teenagers who will do absolutely anything for a claim to some meaningless high school fame. I just want to broaden the horizons for friendships, since my grand total of them at the moment comes to about point five.
Kinda hard when they point and laugh at you after they trip you and throw the contents of wastepaper baskets at your head before the basket itself. That is so not cool.
Other students seem to like deeming me ‘invisible.’ I can sit at a lunch table next to some guys and wave the empty milk carton in their face and they’d ignore me to the ends of the earth. Not that I’d do that though, that would be ultra-geek uncool.
Hah, can you imagine what us geeks go through? Like once, I sent a girl who I liked a rose for Valentine’s Day, and when she got it at lunch she was totally freaking out over it and I could hear her voice two tables down... “do you really think that hot senior is my secret admirer??”
Sigh. Little did she know that the senior who sent it to her was the red-haired geek who played the violin and sang in the school chorus and played chess against himself on weekends when he had his work done for two weeks in advance and had run out of reading material. Not to be pessimistic or anything, but I’d scarcely deem myself ‘hot.’
Reputations are un-live-down-able at my high school, apparently. I’m more often referred to as ‘The Geek’ than my proper name, Chad. Not that it matters much, the name ‘The Geek’ is actually pretty cool if you really strain to look on the bright side, it’s kind of like I’m some misunderstood child prodigy or something.
My teachers are an entirely different matter. Either they love me and constantly use me as an example (talk about embarrassing), or they hate me and judge my homework and projects with more of a critical eye than they use for anyone else. That’s kind of cool too, it’s like that evil eye is saved just for me or something. I haven’t really figured out which is better yet, though.
Like my chorus teacher. He tends to ignore me when I ask questions about our music or try out for solos, since he seems to think that I’m trying to defy him when I correct him during practice. What can I say, it’s an automatic reaction, and it makes the rest of the chorus laugh, which might be a good thing.
Maybe some day I can start fresh and tell everyone my name is something cool. TG sounds kinda cool to me. It stands for ‘The Geek,’ but hey, it’s familiar.
They just don’t know what to think of me.