In a recent entry, I talked about how I hated going out for recess, and wanted to just sit in a corner and read, but if the nuns made me put the book down, I would either try to play (I was the least popular game player), or go over to the wall of the church and clip pieces of the stone with a bobby pin. I loved doing that.
And then there were bathroom breaks. If I had a problem, I went to the bathroom. There were six stalls in the girls' bathroom, 3 on each side. "My" stall was the first one on the right as you entered and I gave a name to the toilet paper dispenser, and pretended it was "real" and I would tell all of my thoughts to it (I can't remember what I named it)
I think back, picturing me hiding in the bathroom stall, crying to the toilet paper dispenser, feeling that "he" could hear and understand me.
I'm so glad I was different by the time I got to high school! I was completely comfortable, had friends, and was one of the "movers" of the school all four years. I loved high school.
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