Dork. That’s one word to describe me as a kid. Choppy bangs, blue-framed glasses, buck-teeth, later corrected by braces, monkey ears, and baby-blue outfits all day every day. Wow, I just realized my phone was plugged into a cable that was plugged into nothing. Good going, Alyssa. Anyway, back to my train of thought. The whole point of the story is that I would have fit in perfectly with Millhouse and co. I can see us now, sitting together in the corner of the cafeteria. Me, a short, yellow-skinned (Simpsons-yellow—don’t be racist) azn girl with shoulder-length hair and straight-across bangs. And now? I’ve evolved into an adult dork who has developed an appreciation for faux fur and taking photos in my bathroom(not the selfies-taken-with-a-flip-phone type of photos though).