Prison Tales

I've been put back into The Prison, where you never know what could happen. Where wearing an adorable shirt dress will inevitably lead to wrinkling and spilled drinks. Where wearing a black pencil skirt will inevitably lead to walking out the door and noticing you have strange lint-like fibers stuck to your bottom half. Could it be cat hair? Dust? Particles of my broken fashion heart, that splits in two when asked to endure textbooks and dirty lunchroom chairs and crowded hallways? Probably all three. The Prison is where the sound of 100 pairs of flip-flops changing classes is enough to make you pull out your hair at the roots. Yes, this place is truly a nightmare. But you can get a lot of blog material out of it.

Some moments worthy of recording:

1. Doing homework in the gym while watching the athletes lunge across the basketball court like they're in the Ministry of Silly Walks. I assure you, John Cleese would be very proud.
2. Receiving compliments on my linty skirt, even though it was linty.
3. Sharing with my writing class the fact that onions make me tear up, when asked what makes me cry.
4. Being shown by my teacher a confiscated hat with a "promiscuous" logo.
5. Laughing at a laboratory safety video from the 90s, in which various dangerous situations are enacted with absolutely no talent whatsoever, as well as really bad clothes.

So those are a few Prison tales, some scars I can show my grandchildren.