My Random Thoughts

We made it to see another decade. 2010.

Friends and Family 

When I was a senior in high school the world was supposed to end or so I was told when I was in 8^th grade. Imagine carrying that kind of fear inside you for four long years. I mean I just started discovering boys and I was hearing that I’d only have four years left to really discover them. Well, alright then. Discover them I would! I looked forward to entering high school. Lots and lots of new boys from other neighborhoods would be there, yay! More to pick from. Little did I know that my parents planned my destruction before the world was to end. In all their evil parenting ways they enrolled me in a Catholic High School. (Open mouth shock here) wait for it…An all GIRLS High School! WHAT? In four years the world was coming to an end and my loving parents (I think they secretly hated me) enrolled me in an all girls school. Did they prepare me for the shock of all shocks? Nope. They just stated the facts as they were and left me to deal with the horrific realization that I was going to die a virgin. UGH… 

Fine, off to Notre Dame I went in my ugly uniform and let me tell you. I don’t care how much you roll up that skirt to make it short and somewhat appealing, it’s still ugly as hell. I would look at myself in the mirror on the back of my mothers door in her room and wonder how I’d attract a boy dressed this way? I can’t remember the color of that uniform, all I do remember was that it was ugly! YUCK. One time, well okay it was a few  times I questioned my parents about their decision to send me, their beloved first daughter to an all girls Catholic High School and they said: “You’ll get a better education.” No matter how many times I asked, that was their answer. I could only shake my head in frustration and walk away mumbling to myself, “the world will end in three and a half years and they are worried about my future. What about boys?” 

So, I’m a smart one, I was very spoiled when I was a child I got everything I wanted, if it had a price tag, it was mine. Well, I think like this: I tell them I want a new outfit or $50.00 to go to the mall and I get it. I’ll just use my whiney voice and convince them to enroll me in the neighborhood high school where all of my friends went. So, at the end of my freshman year I tell them this. “I’m not at all happy, I don’t have friends, and I don’t like the school. The sister’s are incredibly mean the kid’s are meaner. If I had to go back to that terrible school in that terrible neighborhood next year I was going to make your life hell. Imagine my shock when they said, “okay, you don’t have to go back to that school.” I was bouncing on the chair here, till they said, “we’re enrolling you in Mother Guerin instead.” I think I fell OFF the chair. 

I was doomed. I had three more years locked up in prison and I was going to die a virgin. When I was a sophomore, or rather when I was enrolling in that ritzy high school to begin my second year, I actually asked the sister if there were any classes that allowed us girls to attend at the boys school next to ours or vice versa. I did ask with a smile and I did look at all cute and innocent until she looked over her glasses at my parents who told her, “no.” Have you ever seen those movies with the rich spoiled girls and they make those funny crunchy faces when something displeases them? Yep, I think they got that look from me. I was not allowed to take any classes with boys. Period. Lovely.  

When I graduated in 1983 the world didn’t come to an end and I found loads of fun those three years I attended that school. I even spent a lot of time in detention because I just couldn’t seem to control myself sometimes.  

There is one person from that time of my life that helped to hold me together through some tough times and though he didn’t know he was holding me together or what the circumstances were that caused me to need that help, he saved me. He was there and we’d developed a friendship unlike any I’ve ever had, even to this day. I loved him then and I love him now. Something good came out of those four years in a Catholic High School. I learned how to allow someone to know the real me, to care about me, and I in turn learned how to really care about someone beside myself. Oh the phone bills were HUGE but oh well, that’s what parents are for…