judecorp | "from death and voodoo to the prom, i will always remember the good times"

When I was in high school, around 10th-11th grade, my friend Jessica and I were pre-goth goths. When I say this, I mean that if goth fashion had been introduced to Mount St. Charles Academy back in the early 1990s, we probably would have been wearing it. Instead, we were goth-music-lovers in prep school duds. Esprit and Robert Smith? Eurotrash and Guess Jeans? Not quite that bad, but you get the idea.

She and I would take turns writing random quotes of much ennui on the blackboard when the teacher was out of the room. 'I used to see the rose but now I only feel the thorns.' 'I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and when I die I expect to find him laughing.' 'There is a cloud above me and it's starting to rain.' We also met at her locker each morning for our daily ritual of inking dashed lines across our wrists highlighted with the words 'cut here.'

We became obsessed with death, and later voodoo. We made voodoo dolls of two of our least favorite teachers: Mrs. Beaudry the geometry teacher, and Ms. Burns, the classic PE lesbian. I would sit in physics class and poke the Mrs. Beaudry doll while Jessica would sit in geometry writing down every instance of Mrs. B's nose-scratching or twitching. We brought the Ms. Burns doll to gym class and threw it around the weight room until it was confiscated. Voodoo Ms. Burns stuck out of the track pant pocket of the original, though the doll's reality was never discovered.

Too smart for our own good, we then let our obsessions wander to mental illness, specifically Dissociative Identity Disorder. While I missed a week of school for a Floridian vacation with my grandparents, Jessica worked schoolside convincing Pathological Liar Sarah that I was actually in a psychiatric hospital. Danielle's mother, a therapist, gave us as much information as our spongey minds could handle, and my part-time job at the pharmacy made up the rest. We recruited Danielle into stealing some of her mother's testing forms to make things more authentic upon my return. Sarah never looked at me the same way again.

This is the time to remember, 'cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold onto, but we won't although we want to. This is the time, but time is gonna change.

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I want to write more, but I am lacking in ideas these days. Tell me what you want me to write about, and I will. All for you. It can be as silly or serious, invasive or banal as you'd like. Go on, do it. I double dog dare you.

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