My life as Dildogirl

They say high school is a time of humiliation... but they almost never say its a time for self-abasement.
Not only am I a blond individual, but all through elementary school and jr. high I was a regular attendee of private school, a place where naughty words and sexual innuendo's are non-existent, where your mom picks you up from school and lunch is catered by pizza delight. Needless to say I was sheltered and naive.. (enter Catholic school). Once high school hit it became apparent to me that not ALL young girls go to bed at ten, watching Disney movies, while writing in their "journal" (the big girl word for diary).
After a semester, I was beginning to get the hang of the high school walk, but quickly found that I had yet to master the talk. In English class I sat next to my friend Stephen. Our teacher had us put in groups to do a rendition of Shakespeare's "A Merchant in Venice". As we were snowballing ideas, Stephen said, "Let's make the prince of Arragon gay, we'll put a dildo in his pocket and have him speak with a lisp". Knowing all the words but one, I asked "whats a dildo?", the group laughed and suddenly realised that I was serious. "Ask the teacher" chimed Stephen insidiously. So I did. My whole class laughed hysterically and I soon became the school renown dildogirl. Believe it or not this was the sweetest of all nicknames received that year.