An all-girls Catholic school is exactly like you would expect it to be, and nothing like what you would expect it to be.
Twelve weeks. I was to spend 12 weeks learning about abstinence and living a life of purity that would culminate in a Purity Ball. I spent hours sitting in extra classes offered through my church, meant to revolutionize my life and bring me closer to God. My mom paid the big fee and I, a clueless ninth grader, was to make myself a promise before God that would stick with me until marriage.
"You’re a slut.”
I never thought I would hear those words come out of my mother’s mouth. She is a devout Christian woman and I am, in her eyes, a sweet young girl who has gone astray by giving in to worldly temptations.
We finally settle into my room, and then attempt to get a lay of the land. Where can I buy food? King Soopers. Where can I get cheap clothes? The Arc. Where can I pick up my prescription? Walgreens.
“Where are you going to get your hair cut?” my dad says.