When Alex mentioned that Paul Feig (one of the creators of Freaks and Geeks, the greatest show ever, in the history of all mankind) had a book out recounting stories from his own life, it was a no-brainer. I had to buy it. But being the good guy he is, Alex bought it for me. He rocks.

In Kick Me: Adventures in Adolescence, Feig (pronounced “feeg,” though his name was transformed into “Fig Newton” or “Paul Fag” throughout his childhood) recounts a number of tales of life, love, and embarassment. Plenty of embarassment.

During gym class, a particularly hated time of day for the author, he was forced to climb “the rope.” Of course we all remember the rope, the one that stretched to the heavens and scared the crap out of those of us with little patience for heights. Feig remembers it the same way, but managed to get some pleasure out of his first trip up the rope as well. As he struggled to get more than a few feet off of the ground, Feig remembers getting “the rope feeling.” He was confused, but also quite intrigued by this new feeling. Once he found he could, er, “reproduce” this feeling, he couldn’t wait to get back on the ropes the next day. Eventually, his classmates discovered the same “rope feeling,” making him the keeper of knowledge since he was the first to experience it.

While no public humiliation came from the “rope feeling,” the remainder of the book is a painfully funny retelling of the many, many, many times that his awkward geekiness caught up to him and made him the butt of many jokes. Between getting caught wearing his mother’s clothes, being dogpiled in the gym showers by all his classmates, and getting caught wearing underwear with a large butterfly drawn on them (by his mother!), Feig has a number of especially touching moments, usually dealing with his crush-of-the-moment.

Reading Kick Me reminded me that I wasn’t the only obsessive, overly sensitive, slightly dorky kid in school. Everyone had their moments, some just hid it better than others. What seems like the end of the world as a kid can prove to be the funniest material to write about later, and Feig proves that gracefully.