(Wouldn't you think, being boys, they would draw, oh, I don't know.... boobs?)
My point is, a school full of teenage boys = not so glamorous, I know. But.... it made me feel glamorous.
How do I know?
Because I had to sit various boys down at different times throughout my first year there and explain what was appropriate, what was not, and that, though I may be nice, I will just as soon claw their eyes out if they didn't learn some respect.
(the talks went something like that anyway.)
By the second year, I only had to have one sit down.... but.... I have to say..... nothing better than using embarrassment as a learning tool. (You want to say what about me to your friends? Okay, say it to my face.) So, I would say my first year of numerous talks paid dividends in the second year.
However, only in a place that is so without female influence would I be considered a hot piece. (along with my few other female coworkers, some of whom I know endured inappropriate comments as well.) You see, in my head, this is what I look like:
In a female deprived environment? it was easier to go along with this delusion.
I will miss this delusion.
You see, in the real world - by comparison to the masses - this is more what I actually look like:
(that's right, you work it Rosie... I do that same thing to make it look like you can kinda-sorta-in-the-right-lighting see my cheekbones. RuPaul would be proud. Or appalled. Actually, I have no idea how he would feel, so never mind.)
So, now I'm heading back into a public school. Back into an environment that just begs to remind me of that awkward insecure teenager I was. Back into an environment where I have to rely solely on my charm, snark, intelligence, personality, talent....
I'll be fine.
(but, I will miss feeling pretty.)