I did well in school and got good grades. The class that gave me a problem was Home Economics. My teacher was an older woman, who looked liked she was ready for retirement. The class concentrated on learning tasks that I felt were useless, such as canning food, tailoring a suit and making a baby dress by hand. I thought those were all jobs that I would never do. Canned and frozen food were available in the Supermarket, I bought my clothes already tailored at the shopping center and I was adamant that if I were ever to have a baby, I'd buy all of her clothing in a department store. Most of the local Tennessee girls took all of this domesticity to heart, and worked very hard to learn the lessons. I was usually rolling my eyes at the assignments, and trying to scrape through them.
There was an annual fashion show, where the girls modeled clothing they had made. I loved fashion design, so I asked to be involved in this project. The teacher allowed me to take control of the fashion show, but threatened that I better not mess it up. I approached it very seriously, studying the current fashion magazines, like Glamour and Vogue. I studied what was written about the fashions in the magazines and the current popular styles. Then I wrote the script for the description of each outfit and when the fashion show was held, I was the master of ceremonies.
My teacher had told me to check and make sure each girl had shown up before going on stage. I checked the girls who would be modeling in the first half of the fashion show, but not the second half. When the fashion show began, the first half went beautifully, with the girls modeling while I described what each girl was wearing. I looked out into the audience and saw my teacher smiling. Then the second half of the fashion show began. I hadn't checked to see if all the girls were in attendance for the second half of the show. Unfortunately, quite a few girls didn't show up, so I was often describing an outfit that wasn't being modeled. It turned into a disaster. My teacher's smile had sunk into a huge frown. She was furious with me and the remainder of my year in home economics was made more miserable because of my roll in the fashion show.