Back In High School

While eating lunch in the faculty lounge, one teacher asked me if I was moving to New England when I retired.  I told that I was.  She paused and politely told me that I must work on my pronounciation of words if I wanted to be accepted.  I was a little surprised by her words of wisdom but since she was born in the New England I knew she had a good understanding of the region.  "How do I change my pronounciation?'  She began to list all the words that must be pronounced differently before I move.  Feeling a little overwhelmed I began to laugh.

Moving seems to be hard enough without worrying about how I speak.  I decided I was too old to worry about being accepted, after all I am not in high school anymore.  When I started to laugh she looked a little surprised so I told her that everyone will know instantly I am not from the region.  I talk to loundly,  I laugh to loudly.  I speak my mind always.  I am not a person who worries about being accepted. 

When I called Amy to talk to her about being accepted, she told me to forget trying.  She has been trying for several months to make friends but to no avail.  I then decided that Amy and I will have to be friends!  There is no other way!  Oh well, Amy and I will be far to busy with our cake pop business to worry about friends.  Well maybe we won't even be able to have a business since everyone will know we are outsiders!  Snowy days, stuck in a house and no friends.  Ugh, high school all over again!