The Confessional: Year 9 Shenanigans

My secondary education took place at a catholic all girls school. It was a great school, we spent A LOT of time raising money and collecting food and clothing for charities, especially the St. Vincent De Paul Society. When I was fourteen and in grade nine, my good friend, let's call her Eski (she is a gorgeous exotic looking girl whose ethnic background is very hard to pick, which when meeting new people results in some kind of racial guessing game, the funniest answer being Eskimo. For the record her parents are South American, and she will tell you she is Aussie through and through), was involved in our schools Vinnie's society.

Members of the Vinnie's Society were asked to bake a cake and bring it in to be sold as individual slices to raise money. Eski (eleven years later and still my extremely close friend) didn't bake a cake. Her mum took her to the Sara Lee factory outlet and bought a huge slab of chocolate cake at a very low low price. Similar to the one pictured below.

I don't really recall the circumstances of that fateful day. I don't remember why Eski didn't go at lunch time to meet with the rest of the Vinnie's members. I don't know what cutting and eating utensils we had on us. I don't know what was in the sandwich I avoided eating. But I do remember (oh yes, I remember clearly) our group of about eight girls sitting on our hill, under the beautiful conifer trees. And I remember how we ate that entire cake! We were really quite amused by this unlikely event and our sugar high resulted in fits of giggles.

Come to think of it I can't even remember if that cake was really going to be used to raise money or if the Vinnie's Society were having an end of year party and just going to eat it anyway. I'll have to ask Eski about that. Whichever one we were still quite naughty.

Sorry Jesus.

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