Hellhole High...

I forgot to tell this story earlier. I've made it clear that I don't want to give out anymore info on where I am, other than I'm in Utah. I suppose that all small towns are to a certain degree, ruts. Some people like that, others feel imprisoned (I'm in between, I'm a small town girl). I have no one person I specifically dislike from Hellhole, Utah (it wasn't the town I grew up in and I call it Hellhole to protect the family and friends who live there). I dislike even driving through there because of resentment that continues to influence me so much. I also admit that I need to let it go, but it definitely shaped me into who I am now. I was introverted, shy, and butt ugly. For six weeks every summer I left to live in the nearby University town, where I lucked into the most amazing part of my young life. I could be myself there. When I left home after high school, to be on my own I was amused to run into people who I knew from high school. They were going to college so they can return to their hometown. They think that this place is Shangri-la. My daughter and I watch the show on TV-land called High School Reunion and when it ended I was curious if it told more about the people after the reunion (this season was the class of '88 from a high school in Az, I think. The same year I graduated.) Many people find it hard to believe that someone can be so scarred STILL, after 20 years. I still feel the resentment so I know it happens. How normal that is, I don't know. I'm guessing these were the people who did well in high school and/or were the people who left the scars. I've noticed they don't remember who they hurt because the number is too high and some people just don't matter to them, even still. I think the high school that I went to was especially unpleasant because they truly don't seem to comprehend that many of the other schools in the division we competed in seriously dislike them. I often wonder if they are expecting the paparazzi to show up one day, roll out the red carpet to see who is dressed in the best name brand clothing that bankruptcy can buy as the whole town attends the HS basketball games. And to really make it in Hellhole society is to land a job as a coach or janitor at the high school. I was invited to go to the prom this year, because my niece is a junior there this year (the whole town comes out to watch the prom. I thought everyone did that, that it was the norm,'til I left)I couldn't make it because I was in Hawaii. I know all along I've mentioned that I'm not being biased when I say my daughters are beautiful and I'm not. I swear if I had an ugly child I'd tell you. This particular niece is freaking hot and I'm not saying it because I love her, it's simply the truth. AND I love her. I remember the first time my husband saw her (we were engaged then). He held her and said "She is going to be a princess." She is. It's not one of the things that help at Hellhole High, not something they value, but when she leaves there I think she'll get it. I hope she is ready for the onslaught of people who recognize who she and what she is, because it will come.
All of this is a long story to just set up something funny that happened a few days ago. My friend took his young kids and my young daughter to his son's improv performance. They were given a word and each actor added a letter like it was a spelling bee but the whole group spelled it out. I believe the word was 'platypus' and for laughs they were throwing in q's and all sorts of off the wall things. When they were done the teacher said "Where did you guys get your diploma, Hellhole High???" I swear, I didn't make this up. And what does that say for me? I DID graduate from there, LOL!