As I was thinking about the years-long sentence I served in high school, one of the things that came to mind was the embarrassing moments I endured.
Being too shy to acknowledge the cute guy next to me in class who was trying to get my attention.
The time I ignored the snickers behind me during an outdoor school break, only to discover upon returning to class that I'd stepped in dog poo.
A classmate who pointed out the unshaven hair on my legs and quipped, "Do you have have a dog at home?"
The smart-ass guy who rolled up a piece of paper and threw it at me in study hall, directing me to "stuff it down your shirt, you need it."
School is cruel, no doubt about it. So when people get all dewy eyed about their high school experience, I figure they are either wearing very darkly shaded rose colored glasses or they were just extraordinarily blessed with a winning personality.
As for me, I'm happy to have reached an age where my friends are true blue. They will tell me, for example, when I've accidentally tucked the back of my skirt into my pantyhose after a trip to the ladies'. When I have post-bagel poppy seeds stuck in my front teeth. Or when I've neglected to brush my bird's nest of a hairdo.
I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank these denizens of fashion and propriety, whom over the years have saved me from myself.
Be assured, if you ever inadvertently mark your face with a Sharpie, forget to zip up or are wearing two different shoes, I promise to pull you aside and tell you before the rest of the class discovers your faux pas.
That's what friends are for.
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