I refuse to be the GOOD GIRL.

Updated: Nov 10, 2020

I used to be the best student. I was the good girl everyone hated. I was the teacher’s pet. I was the one who always turned her homework in on time, led study groups, tutored other students, and cried if I got a B.

After being homeschooled for my whole pre-college education, I had some serious insecurities.

Deep down, I thought I might not cut it. I knew I was behind in many subjects. Being graded was intimidating.

I was relieved to find I had a shit ton more tenacity, drive, and passion than most other students. This, combined with my insatiable desire for approval, made it easy for me to get A’s and B’s.

I was a rule follower to a t. The teacher said jump, I said how high. I was good at meeting others’ expectations. In fact, I attended one of the STRICTEST religious schools in the country. The rules were ENDLESS.

Dresses only.

Pantyhose must be worn until 11am.

NO touching the opposite sex. Even shaking hands.

Off campus outings limited to 4 hours and only with 2 approved same-gender students.