little. yellow. different. A weblog by Ernie Hsiung

i wasn’t very popular in the 7th grade

Portola Junior High School, 1989.

TO ERNIE
A VERY NERDY BOY. STAY SWEEIT
— LASHANDA PRINCE

ERNIE: ITS BEEN NICE BEING WITH YOU THIS YEAR I’VE COPIED FROM YOU IN ALLMOST ALL CLASSES AND I OWE MY GRADES TO YOU I HATE YOU YOUR STUPID AND IF YOUR DAD IS REARING THIS OR YOUR MOM ERNIE SAYS HE HAS A LOT OF FUN PLAYING JIGOLO
— MIKE DERRER

ERNIE -
I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD YEAR, I DIDN’T
— CAPTAIN “O”

ERNIE STAY GOOD EVEN IF YOU ARE A LITTLE HEAVY
— VANH SENENOI

ERNIE,
EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN’T RIDE A BIKE THAT WELL, I THINK YOUR A VERY NICE PERSON AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU NEXT YEAR
— BRANDON KENNERLEY
P.S I DON’T PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE CALLED YOU ERNIE SHOE.

That just proves that 7th Graders don’t know *shit*.

Hope you’re in a better place now. If not, lemme know. I’m making comfort food for the in-laws for Friday night– I’ll pass some along to MJ to share with you. Warms the tummy!

Well, I think it is cute they called you Ernie Shoe. Sorry to hear 7th grade was so cruel for you.

I loved Jr. High. I think it was the last time I really enjoyed myself on a daily basis. I met my first hag (although I did not know it at the time, so very confusing those years were) and we remained friends for a long time after I had found a new hag. I also enjoyed looking at boys balls during PE. Sometimes they would slip out the legs of their tiny shorts as they squatted on our little number line up thingy. Such a treat that was…

Sure it was all very cruel and I got teased but it just made me the bitter person I am today that much faster!

Do you still have a lot of fun playing jigolo?

That Vanh was mean.

Man, that Mike Derrer. But look at it this way - he’s not a mega blogstar like you!

know how there’s that … school sort of across the way from portola? that’s where i went. sierra school (now prospect sierra school) and we had pen pals that went to portola. i was in first grade, my buddy was in seventh. i spelled better and told him so and he drew me a picture of a ninja kicking my ass. needless to say, i got a new pen pal.

xx

ps portola is insanely shady now. those sixth graders could kick my ass.

Of course, this is where you would tell us how everything has changed, becoming the popular celebrity of today.

well….i think you are cool now! just came across your site….and i’m glad i did…..you are too funny!

Dear Ernie,
I like your blog, even though you lost on a gameshow.
Stay sweet.

I run past Portola a couple days a week. Moeser is a bitch. The other day, there was a fried pigeon stuck to one of the powerlines next to the powerplant. It was still upright, but very very dead. Very creepy.

My mom went to Portola in the ’50s (and then ECHS - there’s something about a high school whose initials sound like clearing your throat), and it sounds like it was JUST THE SAME.

Fancy - you just reminded me about boys balls in jr high. I remember being captivated by the sight of a naked guy my age with body hair in the PE shower - boys that age just didn’t have hair on their nuts in my day.

Hey, you still had bike-riding problems in junior high! I think having a difficult adolescence makes you a more interesting adult though.

Yeah we all got crappy things written in out year books. Like for instance this one kid…damn, can’t-think-of-his-name…well he wen’t to Portola (As did I). In my 7th grade year book wrote
“You Mike, A on a baseball card??!!!?? that’s a good one! Seriously folks, have great summer.”

This shattering my dreams of being a famous baseball player, but I’m not bitter.

Then he drew a picture of a little computer next to his name.

Who would have thought 13 or so years later I’d be calling him Boyfriend.

Gotta wonder though, how many of those kids still write like that as an adult.

oop!, I ment “our year books”, tee hee

if i ever have children, good god forbid, i am totally letting them skip puberty.

i would totally make out with you, ernie. you’re a cutie…oh wait i HAVE made out with you!

I had

“Wayne, you are the best Fairy Ever! - Matt”

I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA…

Oh, and Mike’s comment is the best.

Do middle schoolers even still get year books to sign anymore? Or are they all electronic?
This was always the generic, “I could give a crap what you do this summer, but I feel obligated to write something nice because you are standing there watching me” yearbook statement I’d always write & receive:

“Glad I had you in classes this year, Hope you have a good summer, maybe I’ll see you at the pool sometime, Stay Sweet,”

When would we ever say “Stay Sweet” to anyone now?

Living well is the best revenge. Unless you have a gun.

Wahhhhh Jenny laughed at me!! Wahhhh…

*Bursts into tears and dashes to the near by garden, start dancing with the butterflies to make himself feel better*

are those your “your” for “you’re” or there’s?

At any rate, it was rad goofing off with you in pre-Algebra this year. Have a rad summer. KIT

Dave

Lose some weight you might get a date. - Daddy Cool.

Hmmm…the same boy I accused of having an IQ equal to the size of HIS bra and also the same boy whose daddy sat with him in 7th grade class because there were behavioral issues. He got kicked out of a private school for hitting a nun…. Wonder where he is now.

Oh, gawd.
I used to teach yearbook class.
My old yearbooks are in a box in the basement. And they’re staying there.
Junior high / middle school is one of the rings of Dante’s hell.

i don’t get the ‘ernie shoe’ thing.

haha neither did i…maybe someone who knows can explain that.

Holy shit, kids are cruel. This brings back memories of how somebody blacked out my seventh grade picture in their yearbook because it was so ugly. Oh wait, that was me and my OWN yearbook…

I agree with Jenny; Mike’s comment is *definitely* the best. Awwww! Reminds me of the other day when I was going through my photo album from high school and on the back of one group picture, I wrote “fuck him!!” next to the name of this guy I hated with a passion. And seven years later, now I am! Yeah, kids are so dumb.

And where are they now?

Shy and Marilyn: growing up, my sister and I said that my last name is pronounced “SHOONG.” After so many people saying it incorrectly, I kinda started pronouncing it “SHUNG.” Just easier for people.

Ernie SHOONG, Ernie SHOE. Har har har.

I’m a decent bike rider & look what happened to me earlier this week! (Graphic)

http://dartblogs.com/lisachau/archives/000473.html

Yep, 7th grade is the beginning of some of the cruelest times of our lives. But we all know better now, don’t we … don’t we??

you stole my idea! I was so going to do that. dangit!

I don’t get the “Shoe” thing…

Read up a few comments Bing… Chandler Bing.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but least no one referred you as “Boobie” for seven years of your life.

2 cool
+2 be

4 gotten

Have a good summer!

Yes, but at least your mother never took your middle school yearbook and a black magic marker and marked out all the black people. (I am, however, happy to report that I am not a by-product of my mother’s insanity, thank goodness. but I’ll save that for group.)

Ernie, you’re too fabulous for words. If the people in middle school couldn’t see that, then they’re stupid. Case in point: the kid who used to copy off of you.

mwah!

I didn’t have a yearbook in junior high. All I remember keenly is being ousted from the ‘in’ crowd because I didn’t swear enough. No loss there. Also, did you see Oprah dishing out TIVOs on Friday’s show? Oh, but to be in the audience when that was taped…

*gasp* TiVos?? omg, i’m gonna cry… i didn’t even to SEE that

What evil little kids. Sheesh.

hey ern! a couple non sequitors. 1) at the great mall i saw 4 guys eating chinese food with your last name tattooed on their calves. no, they weren’t your relatives, and yes, they needed razors. 2) was that a pic of you and your bf i saw on steve lee’s blog? he’s a hottie (your bf) but then again so are you. ok, i am done now. love, m

High schools still have yearbooks???

What I like is that Ernie’s yearbook entry in Mike’s book was so much more articulate (and funny!) than the kids who wrote in his book. You were a good writer even then. Even though you dissed his ball-playing ability.