The Dumbest Thing I Ever Did: Eighth Grade Graduation


Hipper than a pelvis

Let’s set the scene, shall we? June, 2010. A suburban high school auditorium. Middle school graduation. I was in all my pubescent glory, resplendent in a floral J.C. Penney dress and matching beige flats. Food-shaped earrings dangled from my inflamed earlobes and the braces encasing my teeth were sparkling brighter than diamonds. In short, I was in my prime.

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