Chapter 4: Sweetheart, I love You. Will You Smile for Me?
On the day of my high school orientation, I was determined to make a great first impression. I spent quite a bit of time the night before picking out what I was going to wear and making sure I had plenty of paper and writing utensils for taking notes. The orientation proved to be rather informative. I was paired off with a bunch of other kids who would be in the same home-room as me, and we all said a little bit about ourselves. Then we all broke off and followed our perspective schedules so we could meet the teachers in our other classes. I made it a point to sit towards the front in every classroom and took detailed notes about what the class would entail. It became evident fairly soon that many of the kids in my classes knew each other from previous schools, but that didn’t really bother me too much. I was far too focused on doing well in the I.B. Program to care about forming serious friendships.
At the end of orientation, I met back up with the other kids who were in my home-room class. The group of students who had been showing all of us newbies around announced that we would be concluding the day by playing a game. It was called Sweetheart, I love you. Will you smile for me?
The game entailed a bunch of people standing in a circle, with one person standing in the middle of the group. The person who was in the middle of the group would then walk up to a person who was part of the circle and say, “Sweetheart, I love you. Will you smile for me?” If the person smiled, they would then have to enter the circle and and attempt to make someone else smile by saying the infamous phrase, and then after they succeeded, they would leave the center of the circle and take a seat, since they were technically out of the game after that.
Determined to win, I did my best to think of somber things and maintain a serious face if people walked up and tried to get me to smile. I was succeeding pretty well too, for eventually their were only a handful of people left in a small circle. I had my eye on another girl who seemed just about as determined to win the game as I was. She had really curly red hair and freckles all over her face which remained tightly pursed as people tried to get her to smile. I was convinced for a moment that it might come down to the two of us, but then this geeky guy with shaggy hair entered the center of the circle. He slowly scanned the remaining few to figure out who he was going to try and make smile, and then his eyes fell on the girl with red hair. He walked up to her slowly, looked her straight in the eyes, and had barely even finished saying “Sweetheart” before she smiled.
I began to relax then, thinking that I may actually have a chance at winning this thing, when a guy caught me completely off guard by saying the phrase to me in a weird accent. I laughed so hard I almost sank completely to the ground, and thus had to give up the notion of wining. I had an incredible amount of fun playing that game though. And it is by far one of my favorite childhood memories from high school.