Tall Shoes

My hair lay on my shoulders like a hair sprayed yellow poodle. A poodle. Great.  My social status and ultimate quality of life for the next three years hinged on the way my peers perceived me. And so good golly, these kids better be a fan of fluffy canines or I didn't stand a chance. But no worries, for I was sure to make a good impression with my stiff and starched blouse and too-tall-for-my-own good high heels. Man. Who was I kidding? I don't have the coordination or the confidence to pull off such footwear. But I was so determined to let the world (and by "the world" I of course meant Viewmont High School) know that I was a reliable classmate, a trustworthy friend, and a fabulous choice for a prom date, that I was willing to risk my life by wearing those tall shoes.