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  • This is who I was in High School. The mardi gras bead and mumu girl. The look I was going for was "Cool Cat- she's weird but we love her for it." Now I won't go on about the sufferings of a grade school outcast, I'm long over it. But here I was in High School going through my identity Renaissance. And I got away with it even though my parochial school had a lot of rules. No dyed hair. No band T-shirts. No Hats. (Unless you were leaving or coming out of the building slowly.)

    My outfits were not a distraction, well at least not to me. The semester I wore 22 of my Father's psychedelic colored paisley ties (hand-sewn by my Grandmother in the 70's, something my law-abiding increasingly conservative minded Father would never wear anyways) every week to school I finally entered the honor roll. I know there was a powerful connection. Freak power fueled my mind!

    Then again that was the same semester that I was no longer required to take Math or Science. And switching to French classes instead of German may have been a boost too.

    My schedule was something like: The Morality & Ethics of Killing The Unborn, Theater III, The Psychology of Rats, Lunch, Clothed Figure Drawing, Guidance, Directing And Choreographing Eager Freshmen, Francais Pour Touristes and lastly Painting With Spoons.

    As you may see I was still deciding whether or not to be AN ACTOR or AN ARTIST.
    A big stressful decision for teenaged me. And the day I came to school looking like this helped sink the deal for the latter for me.

    Our competitive improvisational drama team aka "comedy sportz" was wildly popular. 100 kids tried out in the auditions earlier that week. I got called back along with four others. It was easy, I listened to the weird character I dressed myself up as. Improv was my passion as far as being an actress was concerned. If I could do this it would be an acting scholarship to college, then second city, then I would be performing on stage with Bill Cosby, Garrison Keillor, Rowan Atkinson and Marcel Marceau. All together just like that.

    The day I wore this outfit was the day I brought unpopable bubbles to school and blew them between classes. Unpopable bubbles if you've never heard of them don't pop. They land on the wall and until time deflates them into sticky discs.

    They also look like a bad case of dandruff when they land in your hair. And that messed everything up for me. I was worried everyone thought I had terrible dandruff and I didn't feel like being funny. I didn't make the team and I never got another chance after that.

    But I have no regrets now that I funked it up.

    I got to go to art school.
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