SSW BOOK ONE part 2 HIGH SCHOOL SOCIAL CLUB
During my frosh year of high school (and as yet, unbeknownst to me) two groups of Jewish girls decided to form social clubs, whereby the membership of each group of girls was chosen from amongst my classmates to participate in private social events, many of which had been planned with boys’ clubs. These events were called socials. In short, these two girls’ clubs mimicked college sororities. And as social clubs existed in other high schools, this concept, though new to me, was not unusual within and beyond the sprawling nature of the city of my birth, which was surrounded by suburban living to which I’d grown accustomed, over the past three years of my young life.
To this day, I’ve no memory as to how my name was brought to the attention of the social club, whose membership voted me into the inner sanctum of their teenaged lives. All I know is that my surprising inclusion within this select group of girls whisked me off of the deserted island (upon which I’d been cast and abandoned at the vulnerable age of twelve following the disastrous experience of my first kiss), and thus, having been spun from isolation into a bounty of girlfriends, did I land, feeling dizzied and grateful beyond belief, on my feet within the midst of a ready-made calendar filled with social events that would stimulate the spirit of any fourteen year old former wall flower to wear a perpetually surprised smile based upon wondering how she’d been amongst those so fortunate as to have been chosen, considering that my freshman class was composed of 900 kids, half of whom were girls, many of whom must have been as socially clueless during their first year of high school as had been true of me ... and being that I’d been amongst those selected for inclusion while my home life continued to remain comfortably stable offered me sound reason to accept this surprising change for the better, over night, so that anyone looking at the surface of both sides of my life would have thought that social security must have been mine since mine fields laced with traumatized insecurity, could not be seen awaiting a hair trigger eruption, deep within my mind ...
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