For example, when I was in third grade, I was sitting at my desk and I turned to my side to look at the teacher or something. I was wearing a skirt at the time and didn't know that there were ways you can sit in pants that you're not supposed to sit in skirts. Jon Litwenitz, classmate, says to me, "close your legs! It smells like tunafish!" Bewildered, I closed my legs. I didn't know what that had to do with tunafish but other people were laughing. Something tells me that they, and Jon too for that matter, really didn't know why either.
One of the other girls at the table last night told the story of how in sixth grade, during the era of feathered hair, she got a perm that she says left her hair in tight poodle-esque curls. The other girls in her class called her a "lesbian" as a result. She said that at the time she had no idea what a lesbian was, and once she learned, she wondered what in the hell a perm had to do with being a lesbian.
It's Friday...anyone bored? Got a better one?