Yes, there I was with a bow in my hair and my nice shiny shoes that match my satchel, my polyester stripey top with matching pants from Sears, and it was 11 minutes until class and I wondered why it was so easy to park and why the classroom wasn't open yet yada yada yada and why I was the only one waiting to get in. This is at strident odds with the me of 1-12 grades.
So, yeah: nerd. It's what I've become.
Oh--wait!!! I'm a faux nerd: a true nerd would have come in on the right date, right?
At least I'm not late.