No way

I don't know about the rest, but I'll never get used to being known. Not famous, - I refuse to think of it that way - just, known by the lower forms. Some whom I haven't or never will, have the pleasure of knowing. Perhaps fame doesn't agree much with me. Part of me feels glad to be known, but the other part feels awkward and clumsy. I'm nearly out of school and it still never fails to shock me. The kind of surprise that makes you blink a couple of times, thinking, 'huh?'
And indeed with all daily musings, something happened that triggered it.

As I finally emerged into the sunlight at the school gate, a junior confided in me, 'Aileen, I can't believe I'm not in...' while successfully holding me prisoner by the sleeve.

'In what?'

'I wasn't shortlisted for the UBS interview!' I promised her I'd get her in, she was such an enthusiastic thing. Plus, I sort of asked her to join, so there were clouds on either side of the plain.

As we walked out, a retardo malay girl showed her IC at us and made a funny face. Neither of us knew her. So when two her friends gasped, pointed, and beckoned her, I didn't know what to make of it. My first thought was, 'more retards'.

'You know them?' I asked.

'Yeah, they're my friends. Hehe, they're excited.'

'About what?'

'Seeing the UBS dude. Um, dudette, you know.' If she wasn't eyeing me very obviously, I would have gone, 'huh'?

And yes, I did blink a few times. I'm sorry for being such a slow thing sometimes.