A sassy, crafty mama bird from Los Angeles
raising a very sweet little girl with Autism
and a new baby boy in the Midwest... and other stuff, too.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

High School Daze

"Danielle seems to have some problems with authority."
"We think it's best that Danielle explore different options for schooling next year."
"We find it inappropriate for Danielle to be swearing at her teachers."
"Danielle did not show up to school today. Or yesterday."
"No, we do not think Danielle should finish out the school year here, she should leave now."

I never felt like it at the time, but I was pretty cute, huh?

Can you believe those words were spoken about sweet, innocent, little ol' me??
I know, right?

I was a bit of a trouble maker. I kind of came out that way. People always ask me if I moved around a lot when they find out that I'd switched schools every two years from the age of 7. Nope, never because of a move. Just because of my mouth. Although, I'd like to formally blame my mother for the first expulsion. The rule was no skirts above the knee. She got all womens lib-y and got pissed that anyone might suggest that it be inappropriate for a 7 year old girl's knees to be showing- as though they'd be deemed too sexy. She never changed how I was dressed (that'll show 'em) and I never returned to that school. 

So, needless to say, the sass started early. I never belonged to any one group. I hung with them all. I was kind of a floater. I actually never really felt like I fit in with any one crowd. I think I was friends with everybody. I had some really great friends and about a million acquaintances. 
Actually, I think it's the same today. 

Being expelled from all those schools and having to be the new kid every couple of years has given me some really great adapting skills. I can go into any room, anywhere and feel comfortable. I can talk to just about anyone about just about anything. I can (and did) move across the country not knowing anyone and make a life for myself. I'm completely fine and comfortable being the new kid in town.

not a scarf
 No one ever really sees themselves accurately in high school, do they? I mean, even still, it's tough to say what I really thought I was like back then. I think I was fun, but kinda intense at times, too. I had a lot of good times, but it was a tough period for me, too. Honestly, it's amazing that any of us make it out of our teenage years alive. 

Bringing sassy back

Did you know me in high school? If so, please leave me a comment telling me what you think I was like then. If it's not nice, I can just delete it anyway. Admin rights, FTW!
Kidding. Kind of. You can post anonymously if you want to, but that's not much fun, is it?


This week's prompt: what were you like in high school?

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