What she wore: purple ribbed tee with three-quarter length sleeves and rhinestone buttons; black pants; purple clogs. Those shoes cause conversation ripples–you either love ’em or you hate ’em.
It’s been a awhile, so I’ll tell a funny little story about why I don’t give people the finger.
My sophomore year of high school my parents gave me a car. It was a Dodge Neon, but no matter, any car is cool at that age. One day I was driving home a freshman, showing off my skills–you know, speeding with the windows down and blaring the radio too loud. I was fiddling with the radio at a stop light when the light turned green. The person behind me honked their horn, and I, eager to show off my driving prowess, gave this person the finger. At the next intersection the person pulled up next to me and lo and behold it was my computer teacher. Now, this lady scared the crap out of me at school–you can imagine my horror when I realized I’d just given her the finger. I went to an all-girl Catholic school and not only did she have the power to get me in a lot of trouble, but I was pretty sure she also had the power of God on her side. She took one look at me and I figured I was as good as dead.
The next day she pulled me out of English class and the minute I saw her I began apologizing profusely–I said, "I was just trying to be cool and obviously I am not, so please don’t kill me." She was so surprised by my apology she told me she was going to let it go this time.
The follow semester my middle finger was broken when someone closed it in a car door. My computer teacher said it was revenge for giving her the finger–I knew she had the power of God.
PS: Happy Pi Day observed! It was really yesterday, but we celebrated today at my school. We ate Oatmeal cream pies, drew circles, estimate pi meters, sang pi songs, listened to the pi rap, and memorized digits of pi. It was a great day.