School

It seems to me that it's been far too long since I've posted; since I've allowed the flow of language and imagery carry me away.



Several days ago I was a student at an all girls' boarding school about 70 miles away. My mother had placed me there because- oddly- it cost much less than the school I currently attend. Everything was much stricter there, and our uniform consisted of navy blue, knee-length skirts, light blue blouses and matching navy blazers. Even the shoes (black, plain) were uniform. All the other girls were quite content with the setup, and acted like stereotypical children of high-income families. I happily acted as the outcast, but earned outstanding grades in every class. One class I enrolled in was Irish Step. I tried to convince the administration to create horseback riding, fencing and/or archery classes, but to no avail.
I visited my "real" school something of a changed person. The conditions of the new school had forced me to be somewhat more outgoing, and I was ecstatic to be with people of my own "type." I still had to wear the uniform, but I certainly couldn't complain when all of my friends were wearing their uniforms, as well...
There were also some moments where I created a secret door in my closet wall in which I kept everything I wasn't supposed to have at the school: jeans, tee shirts, a blender... an interesting mix, overall. As for my classmates, they never knew a thing.