The girls at my junior high swooned over the athletic boys in their uniforms. The Serbian girl with green socks thought I looked hot in my altar boy vestments. I really just wanted peace and quiet serving as an altar boy my 8th grade year at a Chicago coed Catholic school. But Anka wasn’t about to let that happen. She was a transfer to our school that year and although I didn’t have any classes with her we exchanged glances in the hall a few times. She didn’t look like the rest of the girls but was more attractive than most. I stopped looking at her in the hall because she started giving me dirty looks. I never talked to her until St. Patrick’s…
