Here are some more true stories of my high school days and the things I did to be cool.
The Ear Piercings
So I wanted my ears pierced again, but I knew my mom wouldn’t let me much less offer to pay for it. I already had two holes in each ear. I wanted a third and a cartilage piercing up top. I met a girl who’d done it before without using a piercing gun or anything. She told me to bring the earrings I had gotten my ears pierced with originally because they were pointy and sharp at the end. I still had the studs so I cleaned them and brought them to school. We had a class (photography) where the teacher was never really there much. So she made little dots on my ears like they do at Claire’s, let me check in a mirror, and then it was time. She pushed and twisted through each layer of skin until the studs popped out the other side.
I came home that day with four new piercings. Sorry, mom.
The Nose Piercing
You had to see this coming. I wanted a nose ring so bad back then. After that year of public school I decided to go the home school route. (Yeah, high school was all over the place. Each year was something new). Anyway, I was listening to a lot of punk, pop punk, and the like, and all my favorite bands had piercings. Facial piercings.
I wanted my nose pierced so I could wear a ring, not a stud, because nose rings meant punk rock, and nose studs just meant pop. I mean, even the preppy girls had little diamond studs, and that just wasn’t cool. I had to show them how it was done. But again, I knew my mom would say no. I was only sixteen.
I’d seen how that girl had pierced my ears so I figured it had to be the same idea. I took one of those studs, placed it where I wanted it, and pushed. It eventually went through the other side, and surprisingly didn’t hurt too much.
I called my mom to let her know. It was an awkward conversation, but I was afraid if she came home and was surprised by it she might rip it out and yell at me. I was giving her time to get used to the idea. And she let me keep it. After a few weeks, I took the stud out, and replaced it with a hoop. Punk rock for life, baby.
The Outfit That Got Me Sent Home From School
During that one year of public high school I wore an outfit that got me in trouble. It wasn’t even that bad. I’d seen worse and those girls never got sent home. Okay so I had these black and white striped tights, a black fishnet skirt, and a sleeveless Snow White t-shirt. I figured you couldn’t complain about the skirt being too short because I had tights on. But the shirt was kind of short, and I guess you could see half an inch of stomach or something.
Anyway, it was deemed unacceptable pretty much as soon as I stepped into the halls after being dropped off. I did as they asked and changed because I was scared of getting in trouble, remember? I thought I could wear something like that and it would be okay because I didn’t think anyone noticed me enough to call me out or haul me to the office.
I came back in jeans and a band t-shirt and a crushed spirit. Conformity won that day. But I was still cool because I was the girl that got sent home. Oh yeah.
Check out yesterday’s post for the first installment! And stop by tomorrow for an interview with author, Tabitha Short!
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