Archbishop Curley Notre Dame High School

I was a bad girl. A very bad girl.
Okay, so I was only a somewhat bad girl who just happened to cut a lot of classes. You can read about that in my account of Edward R. Murrow High School.
Anyway, so my badness sent me all the way to ~CATHOLIC~ school in Florida. I stayed with my grandparents and attended this school for much of the day. It was WEIRD. The school was in Little Haiti and I did not fit in. I couldn’t speak spanish or creole, I didn’t drive, and I didn’t have a boyfriend who could.
I was stuck at this school, retaking chemistry (suddenly easy!) and history (boooooring. i felt like i was in 5^th grade) and wanting to shoot myself on the concrete, palm bordered courtyard. It all changed when my chemistry teacher became my friend, and some Haitian girls took me under their wings.
I’d go from making ice cream and speeding my way through chem assignments, to playing Scrabble and Risk with my teacher, to lunching in my friend’s boyfriends gigantic Escalade with the windows down and the music pounding. Then I’d sit through history, open my mouth a few times and go home. It became a sort of joke for me. How fast can I finish this assignment?! How many times can I murder my teacher at Scrabble before lunchtime?
I’m sure Archbishop Curley provides a wonderful learning experience during the regular school year, but the lack of challenge that I experienced in the summer was something that I had never felt before. Making ice cream was not something that would ever have happened at my high school in Brooklyn. I did, however, get a 5 star peek into the lives of Catholic School students in Miami. And 2 98s added to my report card. Huzzah!