Inky did a post on her blog about the quest for cool that she's been on most of her life. Unlike her, I realized early on that cool would allude me. Probably as early as sixth grade when I chose to be friends with Melissa Hibbert instead of ditching her to be part of Steffi Nunemaker and Sharon Douglas's "club".
Then I donned the majorette uniform in junior high. I always liked to think it made me closer to the cheerleaders. We were all about promoting school spirit right? Not exactly...not at all really. Then it was on to marching band in high school. As a ninth grader I thought the older kids were cool - especially the seniors. I honed my craft, hung out with kids a year older then me and because I had an older brother, got to go out after football games when my other freshmen friends had to go home. So to them I might have been cool for a short time. I suppose I never minded my larger level of uncoolness in high school because in my world my friendship circle were the cool girls.
College was more of the same for me. I had close friends and we touched on the edges of cool now and then but over all I was unremarkable. I'm sure not one professor on campus would have remembered me a year after graduation, hell probably not even one week after.
I've known all along to embrace my inner dork because that's truly who I am. I owned a unicycle for God's sake - no one cool does that.