Post- Bar

I just had my Bar Mitzvah. You know, the time when I am supposedly becoming a 'man.' The time when everybody is so proud of me. At least my parents, and Bubbie and Zadie and all the other old folks are proud of me. Afterall, I did do a good job reading from the Torah, if I may say so myself. But to be honest, I have never felt so unsure of myself. Oh joy. Hell, the party was the talk of the class for about a day, if that. But seriously, I was hoping to gain more attention, preferably from people in MY generation.

I have been the class geek for as long as I can remember. I rarely associate with the ‘in crowd’ other than when one of them tries to use me. But I saw my Bar Mitzvah as my only hope for a breakthrough. You know, 'becoming a man', being able to start new and fresh, not being judged. But most of all, I was hoping to attract the attention of the prettiest girl in school. But nahh. That was just wishful thinking. All I got from Sara was 'Mazel Tov Sam. We had a great time this weekend.' I know she was just being polite. She is with Bobby, the school jock who erks my nerves and picks on me to no end. How could she even talk to a boy like him?!

Sara is the most beautiful girl in the class. And of course she is Jewish. She always wears her light brown hair in a braid and she is always writing in her journal. I wonder what she writes about in there. Probably Bobby. He is the most annoying kid on the face of the earth. If I had the baseball team to back me up I would totally get back at him. But I don't. I have the cross-country team. Hey, at least I am good at something

I am pretty tight with the dudes on the cross-country team. I wonder what they thought about my Bar Mitzvah and what they think of Bobby. They are a bunch of Italians, so I am sure they loved the food and dancing. Maybe I will invite them to dinner at my house; hopefully one of them has a sister I can take to the 8th grade dinner-dance. I seriously have to stop thinking about Sara.