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Friday, September 02, 2011

7th Graders

This one time, in junior high, actually in 7th grade, it was cold. OK, it was cold a lot. Didn't stop all of us from rocking an acid wash denim skirt in the dead of winter. It was morning. I probably scraped some of the dried hairspray off the barrel of my curling iron before I plugged it in (or right after, trying to scrape with my nail before it got too hot.) Then I sectioned my bangs, half up, half down. I curled the bottom fringe under. I curled the top fringe up, spraying it with hairspray at the same time, until it was almost solid. I used the poky end of the comb to separate and make my bangs into a claw. Hawt.

Spray, spray, spray. Man, it was cold. I picked up the curling iron and rubbed it on the arms of my shirt. Oooh! That made my arms warm! I rubbed it on the front of my skirt, aaaah! Pleasant! I moved to the back of my skirt. Only a few minutes until I'd have to go into the REALLY cold air to make it to the bus on time. I was warm! OW! PAIN! BURN! OW! I forgot about the kick pleat in the back and the curling iron went right through.

And that's the time I burned my inner thigh with a curling iron because I was cold and because 7th graders are stupid.

YOUR TURN.

20 comments:

FoxyJ said...

So my stupid Junior High moment was the summer I decided to get my bangs permed. Yes, just my bangs. We had girls camp and youth conference and I was so worried about how I would look without access to my curling iron that I convinced someone to perm just my bangs. The results were less than stellar.

Then about a year later I decided to grow out my bangs, and because I have a widow's peak there was a section of hair that kept popping up. So the best idea I had for dealing with this was shaving it off. Oh my gosh, that was even worse than the permed bangs.

I'm glad I'm older and at least smart enough not to do stupid stuff with my hair.

Sell...Party Of 4 said...

7 graders are stupid.

Thanks telling me a funny to start my weekend.

Miggy said...

15 years old. EFY. The cougareat (BYU's Cafeteria). The OLD Cougareat with the large, spiral staircases. I had just bought some clogs--the new retro-cool 90's thing. I was walking down the stairs with some friends and some other people were walking up. So I moved to the inside of the staircase to let them by. Well, if you remember the stairs on a spiral staircase are triangular--thus they get smaller toward the middle...I miscalculated my steps in my new wooden-bottom can't-feel-where-the-floor-is clogs and fell down a few steps. Luckily I caught myself after just a couple steps and of course my good pals were there to laugh hysterically at my gaffe. Really funny guys, I say. Then I one more step and proceed to fall the REST of the way down the stairs with my wooden clogs making quite a racket on the way down. Suddenly every eye in the room was on me and it was dead silent. I jumped up and said, "She's OK!" and everyone went back to their lunch as I limped my way out the door. It was awesome.

whitneyingram said...

I cut my own bangs in 7th grade. They were incredibly short because I didn't realize that hair gets shorter once it dries. So my straight-across bangs were approximately 1 inch long.

Annette Lyon said...

Age 12 or 13:

After school in the dead of winter, I ponder a scene in A Christmas Story and wonder if it's true.

I stick my tongue against a frozen metal pole. I discover that yes, that part of the movie's real. Further, ripping your tongue off quickly so no one saw your stupidity HURTS.

7th graders are indeed stupid.

Kacy said...

I called Jason Call on the phone and gave him a fake interview for the school paper I didn't write for. "He'll never know!" 7 th graders are stupid.

Delirious said...

Um...should I mention that I have actually tried to "iron" my shirt with my curling iron? (erm...while I was wearing it...)

Carrot Jello said...

I have ironed a shirt, on my bed, in my swimsuit. Needless to say, I have a burn mark on my thigh.


I won't even tell you how old I was.
Old enough to know better.

eleanor said...

Speaking of curling irons, my 40- something-yr-old friend's incident with one:
Of course she's been curling her hair with one since she was 13. She can curl her hair one-handed, backwards, forward, slantways...anyway she starts to lose her grip as she curls her bangs. The curling iron falls to the ground, but not before leaving a burn just above her eyebrow. 3 hours later still in severe pain she goes to the emergency room. The doctor tells her that her cornea is burned! aaaagggh! And that she has a blister in her eye!
(just writing about it makes me cringe!)

the emily said...

I wore penny loafers (with pennies in them!), button up denim shirts, jeans, and big permed hair to 7th grade. I totally win.

C. Jane said...

When I was in 7th grade I sat down at our kitchen table to do some math homework and my two older brothers put a lighter to my butt and made a hole in my stretch pants.

But I didn't notice because MATH IS HARD.

~j. said...

Kristen, the most popular of the 7th graders, kept a GIANT can of hairspray in her locker, and between each class, she'd pull it out and give her bangs a quick swipe of a spray. I decided I'd do the same, so I brought my brand new can of V05 with me one morning, but never took it out of my backpack. At the end of 1st period, as I was opening my locker, I heard a hissing sound and quickly discovered that when I had hung up my backpack on the hook inside my locker, my 3-ring binder had not only knocked the cap off of the can of hairspray, it also leaned against the spray trigger just so, emptying my hairspray can onto my binder (stained), soaking all my papers, and coating the inside of my backpack with a sticky film.

7th graders are stupid. And I hate hairspray.

Middle-aged Momma said...

First grade. Four of my friends and I decided to cut bangs because it was so hot. All we had were those little paper scissors, you know the ones. Each girl took her turn. I was the last girl and put scissors to hair. Stopped. And then said, "My mom would kill me." And I walked away. Not so stupid 1st grader...
My numerous follies would fill up books. My friends refer to me as Lucille Ball.

acte gratuit said...

I was (am) a bit of a pyro and took a match book to school in 7th grade. I took it out during Spanish class and while my teacher was distracted, started lighting matches to show off. Then I started trying to burn the fringe from the hole in the knee of my jeans. But obviously, I had to keep looking up to make sure the teacher wasn't paying attention. Which is when my jeans lit on fire and started burning my knee. (Had to quickly smack out the flame.)
Still not sure how my teacher managed to miss all that.

vanessa said...

My Dad banned me from doing my bangs like that after 5th grade. He said he just couldn't look at them one more day like that.

Ok I got one....in 7th grade I was trying to move into a different "type" of friend...the "alternative" group we called it. So I tried to sit next to them in one of my classes and started to doodle band names on my binder.

Problem was I covered my whole binder in "Corn" which had them busting up laughing the whole day.

And my Mom wouldn't get me a new binder.

Mary said...

I remember the half up half down claw bangs!! I couldn't get my hair to do it and was so sad. Heh.

In seventh grade I had buck teeth and looked 8 years old. Mercifully, I have blocked out almost all memories from junior high.

Candybottomgirl said...

Yes, those cold mornings before catching the bus to the middle school fifteen minutes away. New England winters are brutal on the hairspray. The humidity did a number on the claw bangs we all tried to sculpt each morning.

I pegged my jeans and mail ordered a lot from LL Bean and J Crew. My boyfriend had red hair and never spoke to me in public. We were awkward. Boys were stupid. But, my pegged jeans were hot!

Kalli said...

I wore a bolo tie.

*drops mic

Tzipporah said...

New England winters, yes. Lots of icicle hair.

beckmarsh said...

Fighting with my sister over mirror space (big hair requires lots of mirror space), I lost my self control and burned the back of her neck with the business end of a hot hair dryer. I don't remember feeling remorse afterward, just a sense of satisfaction as I lined my lids with Blue Frost eyeliner in the wide open mirror.