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(144) Rebellion
I was raised in the Catholic church and attended a Catholic school. Rebellion was an act in which I could only take part if I wished to risk the wrath of my parents. Fortunately, I was able to participate in various rebellious acts without my parents ever being the wiser.
My friends and I were no different from other teenaged girls hellbent on diving into womanhood whether we were ready for it or not. We smoked cigarettes and bought sacks of gum, mints and cheap perfume to cover the smell before we rushed off to class. We drank, always able to charm some older boy into buying us beer even though we neither liked the taste of it nor the way he would leer at us as if expecting some disgusting favor in return. Occasionally, we would find ourselves with older students who had procured a joint or two, tentatively inhaling and praying that we didn't have one of the "freak outs" the sisters were always warning us about when teaching us about the horrors of drug use. Luckily, not one of us ever went completely insane and jumped out of a second story window. Nor did we do the unthinkable and become Protestants. The most rebellious act we committed, though, was the one about which there was the most mystery. There was kissing and petting, and a pregnancy scare brought about by some misinformation regarding sperm's ability to permeate several layers of clothing.
Throughout all of it, there was excitement and the knowledge that we were doing something forbidden. We were growing up, something that I'm sure our parents saw as the most rebellious act of all.
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My friends and I were no different from other teenaged girls hellbent on diving into womanhood whether we were ready for it or not. We smoked cigarettes and bought sacks of gum, mints and cheap perfume to cover the smell before we rushed off to class. We drank, always able to charm some older boy into buying us beer even though we neither liked the taste of it nor the way he would leer at us as if expecting some disgusting favor in return. Occasionally, we would find ourselves with older students who had procured a joint or two, tentatively inhaling and praying that we didn't have one of the "freak outs" the sisters were always warning us about when teaching us about the horrors of drug use. Luckily, not one of us ever went completely insane and jumped out of a second story window. Nor did we do the unthinkable and become Protestants. The most rebellious act we committed, though, was the one about which there was the most mystery. There was kissing and petting, and a pregnancy scare brought about by some misinformation regarding sperm's ability to permeate several layers of clothing.
Throughout all of it, there was excitement and the knowledge that we were doing something forbidden. We were growing up, something that I'm sure our parents saw as the most rebellious act of all.
278 words