What About Those Cosmo Girls?
She stands alone, away from all the chitter chatter on the scattered bus stop. She holds her binder tight in her arms and her distance is ignored. Who is she. She’s just a girl.
High school was a pretty interesting place. New people, new environment, the ultimate introduction to the ‘a whole new world’. I remember the first day and exactly what I wore; a tan shirt with glamorous written across the front, a jean knee length skirt and tan shoes. My sister tried to map out the areas of the school for me, but after walking through those door alone, I was back at square one. My area of choice was Cosmetology, but the school encouraged rotations, just to get a feel of each area of study.
Culinary Arts was a disaster, my snickerdoodle cookies minus the cinnamon to my surprise creates biscuits. Not so good biscuits, I must say. But it wasn’t until I stepped into the doors of Cosmetology that all was well in the world. Well, scratch that not initially. We were the ‘newbees’ the freshman so it was intimidating, but after a few months a bond was born.
I have to fast forward to Junior year because it held all of the significant highlights of being in a class with these young women for three straight hours. It was honestly like a dorm, we ate, we talked, laughed, cried, danced, practiced and lived in that class. It was one of the best years of high school. I can’t tell you in a nutshell how each and every person in that class contributed to the Cosmo Girl’s bond.
There were so many personalities in that one room, I swear we should have all killed each other and in some cases we almost did. But the uncontrollable laughs, the stepping by the shampoo bowl, the secret meetings in the locker room and dryer area are the things I miss the most. How could I forget the screeching, ‘LADIES!’ by the best mother/teacher/friend a girl could have!
I found not only my identity through those girls, but a true friendship. I was no longer that girl standing alone, gripping my binder tight. I was a Cosmo Girl.