One of the events that stands out the most from my middle
school years involves a curling iron. Random, I know, but it is true, and it
led to some crazy drama, which middle school girls can do best.
There was a swimming pool in the middle of our middle
school. We often would swim during our gym hour, and being a seventh grade
girl, I felt the need to try to look presentable after swimming. So I brought
my curling iron. I’m not sure how my hair got dry enough to curl, but I know I
had my curling iron. It might have been just for my bangs. They were pretty
impressive. Here is a picture to prove it (although I wish I could have found
my school picture, it shows the “awesomeness” of my style much better):
Anyways, true to my typical blond nature, I left the curling
iron in the dressing room after swimming. I remembered it later, but the
curling iron had already disappeared. I was quite devastated, and there was
probably a dramatic fit thrown. I don’t remember all of the details. I kept
checking the lost and found, but it never showed up. Desperate to maintain my
amazing bangs, I ended up buying a new curling iron.
The next week when we went swimming for gym class, I saw one
of my classmates using my curling iron. Horrified, I exclaimed, “That’s my
curling iron! I want it back!” I eventually wrangled the curling iron back into
my possession, and thus started an epic battle for a curling iron that was
nearing the end of its usefulness. The girl who took my curling iron even threatened
to take me to student court (a peer mentoring and conflict resolution group
composed of ninth graders in our middle school), among other bullying tactics
from various members of her “posse”.
My friends and I immediately started to plan our defense
tactics and made grandiose plans; however, nothing ever materialized. When the
girl her friends realized that I wasn’t going to back down, everything fizzled
out and I didn’t hear another word about it. It was kind of disappointing after
all of our plotting. The most interesting plot twist was the fact that the main
instigator and I became good friends in high school. Oh the dramas of middle
school.
