DJ Ellis
English 112
Observational Essay
3/11/14
The Awkward Pretty
Early
morning, having my face slapped and punched by the near frostbite causing
temperatures, I ventured through slushy, melting snow, all while being nearly
knocked off balance by forty degree winds.
I dreaded the thought off class and hated listening to my teacher go on
a shpeel, in a monotone voice, of some nonsense that won’t even come remotely
close to benefitting me in my near future. I walked into the classroom, which
is decorated with absolutely nothing and has walls that I would assume resemble
what the inside of a maximum security prison jail cell looks like; it’s filled
with thirty or so students, some of which I’ve talked to and had their names
down to a T and some of which I never knew existed. You would think after eight weeks of the
semester I’d have formed some sort of relationship with each and every student,
but seeing as the class is at 8:10.. I’m not the friendliest and easygoing
person at such an early hour.
The class
discussion carries on and as the rest of my peers are happily participating,
you can find me in the corner of classroom, near the window, counting the newly
formed snowflakes as they fall. Deep and focused on about one-hundred and
eighty-three in my snowflake count, my concentration is broken by the softest
and gentlest voice I think I’ve ever heard. Low pitched, with a crack due to
nerves every fifth word or so, I locked eyes with the girl who held this voice.
I was basically at a loss for words. Her crystal blue eyes and chocolate brown
hair (something rare) had me, for once, paying attention. It was obvious that
she carried herself in a nervous way; almost as if she didn’t know how to fit
in and in a way in which she felt she lacked the powerful voice and social
skills needed to fit in. This is what I
like to call.. The Awkward Pretty. Let me explain. We all know that one person
who carries themselves in an awkward fashion, doesn’t really fit in, and
seemingly comes off as weird as hell… but in the end they’re absolutely
gorgeous.
After class
I made it my mission to find a way to talk to her, get to know her even just a
little. I found myself weaving and maneuvering my way through people in the
hallway all the way to the student center where I finally caught up to her. “Hey
gorgeous!” I shouted out. She screeched to a halting stop and turned, which
flipped her hair in a way that was almost modelesque; she was stunning. I found
my way picking out my words carefully and getting the cutest most nervous
responses ever. She didn’t know how to carry herself, she had it all; the
looks, smarts, but just seemed to lack the social skills needed to break away
from her shy personality.
I developed
my theory of the Awkward Pretty girl my junior year when I noticed that my
school was filled with girls who had it all, but still walked the halls like
ghosts. So the next time you take a walk through your hallway, take a look for
those girls who clutch their books super tight to their chest, shuffle their
feet when they walk, and seemingly never look up when they walk , almost as if
they’ve memorized each and every detail to the floor plan’s blueprint of the
building. This awkward pretty girl just might be your next crush.
