The Book of Revelations
Verse 4: Foreign
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Fez, 1977
The first time I was ever referred to as "The Foreign Kid" I really didn't like it. I mean, yes, of course, I am the foreign kid, but there's no need to rub it in. If you look up the definition of the word foreign, which I havebecause Kelso thought it would end up being a good burn, you'll find that in addition to explaining it as "originating from a different country", it also can mean "unnatural; alien." And that's what it felt like it meant each time it was spit out at me by the students of Point Place High School. And I got used to it, because well, lets be honest, the majority of them can pound me to pieces.
But that doesn't mean I was happy about it. So many times I just wanted to tell the football player that stuffed me into his smelly gym locker to kiss my brown ass or tell them, "Hey, at least I've got rhythm." I never did though, I just quietly accepted the punishment for being foreign.
And that's how the guys found me, hanging on a hook on the closet door. I was "the foreign kid" the jocks were picking on. And when Hyde took me down and told Kelso to leave me alone, he probably had no idea that I would latch on so tightly, but that's what I did. Because even though I know I was still foreign to them, I wasn't unnatural, just different.
Well, except maybe to Jackie.
At any rate, I followed them around and I tried desperately to learn their ways, and thankfully they just let me. Hyde would impart his wisdom, Kelso would call me "little buddy," and Eric let me hang out at his house all the time. I was so nervous at first, that it could be a set up. That it was onlya matter of time until they'd reveal that they had just tricked me into thinking I was welcome so that it was even funnier when they'd chuck things at me or hang me on hooks. But that wasn't the case. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into a year just last week. A whole year I've been around, getting to know them, getting to like them, getting to trust them. And the cool thing is, they all seem to know and like and trust me too.
And I've realized, it's not a big deal when people call me "The Foreign Kid" anymore. Because those jocks can think whatever they want, but deep down I know I'm not foreign. When I'm sitting on Eric's couch, eating chocolate that Miss Kitty bought just for me, and Kelso wants to know if I want to see a movie tonight, and Hyde wants to come too, well, I know I'm home, and that's all that matters.