“It’s raining on prom

“It’s raining on prom night, my hair is a mess…” Ok, so it’s not prom night, but it is drizzling today and I look like a walking clown wig. I hate having curly hair.

Fun fact: it did rain on my prom night, and so I sang that song from Grease loudly and repeatedly. Then quietly, to myself, after my escort and friends threatened to kill me.

Nowadays, of course, they’d have a psychologist, the FBI and a SWAT team surrounding them within minutes if they said such a thing within earshot of any schoolteacher. I think in many cases suburban school systems conflate minor remarks and thoughtless actions into something much greater than the sum of their parts.

When I was in high school, we all had the Cure’s Disintegration on constant replay. Disintegration is not the cheeriest of albums, but in my opinion, quite glorious. A grey and rainy day like this is perfect for listening to “Plainsong” multiple times and drinking a bit of tea. Moping. Feeling the crash-bang of that initial sonic wave the speakers send out at the beginning of the song. Wishing for the sun to come out, or at least for the rain to stop. Normal emotions, in other words. Jane Siberry says “it can’t rain all the time,” and likewise, you can’t be ultra-happy all the time either. Every one of us would be
high on Ritalin, Paxil and anything else they could cram down our throats if we were in high school today.

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