I'm going to give you the bad news up front. In 25 years, you will still hate your name. Oh, sure. Others can pull it off. It even suits them. But Rhonda Jo is just not flattering. Oh, and when your mother, oh wait ... OUR mother gets upset over this, we'll just need to remind her of how she has always so LOVED her name. Not.
Okay. That's done. Now let's get to it.
You are starting grade five, if I remember correctly. I'm not going to try to tell you the future, what with the whole time-space continuum and all (WHAT, have you not seen Back To The Future yet?), but I will tell you that this year you start to do something really weird. You call the boys "You Jerk!" with this horrific high-pitched lilt on the first word. Natalie Weinke will tell you to keep saying it, cause it's just soooo funny. Don't believe her. She wants you to do it because it sounds stupid and people look at you weird. Girls are BEEEE-OTCHY that way. Get used to it. And for the love of God, Please. Stop. Saying. It. Or, better yet, don't even start.
Next, grade 8 sucks. Big time. Junior High girls are BEEE-OTCHY! Get used to it. Oh, and Sonya didn't actually do anything to deserve your wrath. You were just going with the flow, which makes you one of them. Cut it out. You're nicer than that.
And when you go to Cara's house party in grade nine, DO NOT let Sean convince you that he just wants to work things out and try to be friends. While we know you wouldn't do what they all said you did, alone in that dark bedroom (you idiot, what did you THINK people would say?), he will still delight in spreading rumours that everyone will be thrilled to believe and keep circulating. Even your girlfriends will talk. They're BEEE-OTCHY that way. Get used to it.
Oh, and when the boys chase you up and down the halls with a lighter aimed at your ass, don't worry. The zipper on your Quick Zips will NOT actually fall apart in front of THEIR very eyes. I can't believe I fell for that! I certainly hope you won't!
Also, your endless need to be nice, and not draw undue attention to yourself for fear of humiliating yourself or others around you is just silly. When you fear for your life, which sometimes you honestly did, SCREAM YOUR FOOL HEAD OFF!!! Quit worrying about the feelings of the people accosting you. Sheesh!
It would be really cool, too, if you could get your academic arse in gear and get through high school in three years like everyone else. There are three grades there. 10, 11, and 12. Not 10, 10.5, 11 and 12. Let's actually DO something with our life. Nursing might have been cool. Interior design? You could be a REAL photographer. With, like, actual knowledge. None of this trial and error crap. (Let's seriously hope that future clients don't get ahold of this letter. hehehe)
Last, Rhonda, you will get your heart broken. A few times. That's okay too. It's part of learning and loving and living. And laughing. You do a lot of laughing. You lose that somewhere along the way. Just putting that out there so that when you feel the smile slipping more often, and the laugh getting more forced, you will hopefully remember my warning. Hold onto the "happy" (no, that's NOT a drink, but it totally COULD be) and keep it near and dear. It really sucks to lose it. And eventually you even quit looking for it.
Oh, and slurpees and chocolate are poison. Fatal. Seriously! Don't touch them!
Thanks goes to Kat at Mama's Losin' It for making me take a step back and remember "those times". It truly makes me appreciate where I am now!! lol
This is the best photo of me and Eskimo from my Junior High days. Unfortunately it got a little wrecked, but I still love it.
The Family in about 1990