A long, long time ago, I was the new kid.  I had never once in my life been the new kid.  I had vowed not to be the weird girl in boots & wranglers ever again, so my first day at Walters State I dressed in a cute little tank top, little khaki shorts, & trendy sandals.  (I was not only young, but thin, back then) My plans, at usual, got wrecked.  I spilled my sprite all over my shorts in route to Morristown.  You would think this wouldn’t be such a big deal, since it’s a clear drink, & would have plenty of time to dry in that early September heat, but that wasn’t necessarily the case.  My shorts were dry clean only.  So they had big dark spots all over them.  Luckily, I had a change of clothes in my car….a pair of wranglers & old brown boots.  So much for fitting in. Imagine my surprise upon walking into my first class & everyone was dressed JUST LIKE ME! I didn’t want to be the nerd who sat down front, & the back row was already full of ‘baccer chewing cowboys being rowdy & loud.  I sat down in the middle row & tried to be inconspicuous. Not too long after that, this girl blew in wearing red jeans & a very shiny belt buckle.  She sat next to me. We struck up conversation after having a…