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Note: This post was inspired by Amber.

For 7th and 8th grade I was bussed from my rather pristine, racially mixed Catholic School to a mostly white public school (part of Chicago’s controversial “intergration” plan).

I’d been warned to be careful around public school kids (they were “dangerous”). During the first week, I saw two girls arguing. I’d noticed them before and found them intrguing because they wore tight blue jeans (I was still accostumed to seeing girls in Catholic skirts).

In retrospect, these were some fast, foul-mouthed girls.

One girl told the other: “Eat me!” which got a big response from the crowd watching. I didn’t understand what “eat me” meant at the time (late bloomer). In response, the other girl said: “Kiss my bloody coochie!” and got a bigger response. I didn’t understand menstratuation at the time, either. But I knew what “bloody” and “coochie” meant. And I thought it was gross! I stayed away from those girls after that.

As soon as I got home from school I and asked my mom (IN FRONT OF COMPANY) “Momma. What does ‘eat me’ mean?” She asked where did I hear that and I told her at school. She told me she’d tell me later after her company had left. I’m sure she wanted to pull me out of that school the next day.

By the way, she never got around to telling me what “eat me” means.