I’ve previously mentioned that I was a rebellious and fearless teen, and I was pretty much open to anything.
So there was that one day when I skipped the whole day and skipped town.
I called my high school as my mother and told them I was sick. And hit the road.
It was a brilliantly magical day and I was unstoppable. I shopped to my heart’s content, and then headed home to replay my day’s adventures in my mind.
That’s how it should have went. That’s not how it went.
Well, the first part did. But the second part….I was busted. (I guess I didn’t sound as much like my mom on the phone as I thought I did. )
I was suspended from school.
Except I thought it was AWESOME!!!
I did hard time – I received in school suspension with the troublemakers, the blow-offs, the ain’t-going-nowhere-nevers. I was kin with the riffraff. I was the riffraff.
And I reveled in the gossip about the bad girl I was…from the whispers and looks of horror, to the high fives and fist bumps for crossing the line.
One of the best memories of high school.
It may have been my only suspension, but I assure you, it was not my only dalliance with delinquency.