I apologize if you visited kirida.com this morning and wondered happened to ye olde blog. I forgot to update my billing info after getting a new card which meant that this site was suspended. Oh noes!
I haven’t been suspended from anything since the seventh grade when I skipped school with my best friend, C. It was a fragile time in my pre-teen years when I was still convinced that girls behaved like they did in the Babysitter’s Club, BFFs, braiding each other’s hair, and cheating on the Ouija board. So when my friend C. said that we should just forget about school that day, I was all for it.
Since we were still in our Catholic school uniforms, we visited a classmate to borrow some playing-hooky clothes. We knew she was also skipping school, but she was smart. She stayed home. Not only was this classmate super intelligent in her dodging school abilities, but she was also very small and waifish and the only clothes we could fit of hers were tattered surfing shirts. I wore thin cotton shorts under my skirt so I ended up looking like half-hobo, half-ho, a ho-hobo if you will. Or would it be a hobo-ho, which sounds like a member of the Autobots–Hobo-Ho: more than meets than the eye!
After getting dressed in the backyard, we trekked over to visit C’s drop-out boyfriend and spent the whole day at his house. They locked themselves in the other room making out , while I was in the living room, watching Ricki Lake and reading some lame book on wolves. So instead of being in class and learning about parallelograms, I learned this equation: books about wolves = lame. However, books about werewolves = NEVER LAME.
Even higher on the lame-o-meter than poorly worded science books on our woodland friends was the way C and I were caught. We walked by the school on the way back, just as class let out for the day. One of the girls there, probably Divine, flagged down a teacher and he caught us down the block. We received one-day suspensions and that was the last time we were allowed to hang out with each other.
I don’t know why something like a hosting company reprimand would send me into Nam-like flashbacks about seventh grade (Ace of Base! Ace Ventura! The Macarena!) but I’m curious: what did you pull off in junior high?