Smoking in the girls’ room, sneaking a drink, napping
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Jeff W. Bens teaches in the film department at the North Carolina School of the Arts. His first novel, Albert, Himself, was published by Delphinium Books in August.
I had always thought of us as a model family. My mother taught nursery school. My father was the high-school principal. I was a twirler, which meant that on game days or national holidays — and especially Founder’s Day, the Founder being our direct dead relative — I’d put on my Temperance Wildcat outfit and throw the baton with eleven other girls, mainly girls like myself: not pretty enough to cheerlead, not smart enough to do none of it at all.