Being A Misfit

I was a misfit for a number of reasons.  My parents were divorcing, I was AT LEAST a foot taller than everyone, I was dark complected, I had crazy dark hair, big bushy eyebrows, large lips.  I was outspoken, from the other side of the river, and didn’t fit into the mold at all.  I was actually kicked out of the school in 6th grade.  I wrote a bunch of curse words in a friends yearbook and the girl’s mother called the principal. The principal called my mother in her office and said people send their children here for two reasons.  THIS I REMEMBER VIVIDLY.  One is to give them a superior education and the second reason is to shield them from children such as yours.  So I got kicked out.  I remember my mother frantically calling schools to try and get me into another school.  Can you imagine?  The stress it must have caused her?

 

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Me at 13 burning my catholic school uniform.  Did you know those darn things are flame retardant   It didn’t burst into flames, it turned to tar.

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