About a month ago, I briefly touched on what I learned during my four years as a Delta Gamma. I still stand by that list, but I’d be remiss to talk about how I became who I am without mentioning Duchesne.
I went to a small all-girls high school. It’s weird how many people are surprised by that fact. Do I seem like someone who wouldn’t? How am I different from someone who would?
Ah! Right. I’m not. Because there’s no one kind of person who attends an all-girls school. If you ever thought there was, this blog is for you.
I wasn’t surrounded by lesbians or rich kids or aspiring politicians. Were there a few scattered among the student body? Definitely. But none of those applied to the school as a whole.
To be totally honest, I’m not sure our class was any different from that of a public school? I mean yeah, we didn’t have dudes, but we had the same subsets of people.
There were the theater kids, the bookworms, the partiers, the jocks and the girls whose free time activities remain a mystery to this day.
Anime maybe? Who knows.
The high concentration of estrogen didn’t make our days any more dramatic — but they weren’t free of fights, either.
And we still managed to spend time with guys outside of school. On the weekends and *gasp* even on school nights!
I’d tell you I had boyfriends but you wouldn’t believe me and I can’t say I blame you.
The point is, all-girls schools aren’t that different from any other high school.
BUT, before you get too carried away thinking they’re exactly alike, there are a few things you should know.
First and foremost: At Duchesne, nothing was more important than food. Not our grades. Not our friends. Not even our families.
This isn’t me over-exaggerating. Food was everything. We had a snack bar at our disposal every hour of the day.
Sure, its official hours of operation were something like 7:30-8, 9:45-10 and 11:30-12:30, but if the lunch ladies liked you (they loved everyone) you could go in the back and get Pop-Tarts at 8:30 or 1:30 or on your way out the door for a track meet.
We even had days centered around school-sanctioned snacks (goûter) to celebrate one thing or another. Like the sun coming out.
Without food, we were nothing.
But as seriously as we took sustenance, we were pretty lax in the area of personal hygiene.
Not in a gross way, so don’t roll your eyes or fake gag or do something else judgy. Don’t think I don’t know you’re judging. This is a very judgeable topic.
We weren’t repulsive, by any means. We still showered! We washed our hair (some days) and applied deodorant as needed.
But let’s talk about shaving.
If I know nobody else is gonna see my legs that day, best believe something is growing.
Not that it should matter to anyone but me. They’re my legs. And again, I’m the only one who will see them. So why should I spend an extra 5-10 minutes in the shower, dragging a blade across my skin, maybe taking off some semblance of a tan in the process?
I shouldn’t. So I won’t.
It’s dumb. Shaving is dumb. And honestly, if boys can do whatever they want with facial hair, I should be allowed to do the same with my legs.
So yeah, a good chunk of us weren’t too down with shaving. But it’s worth noting this was mainly a thing come winter, when the only people seeing our legs were other girls or the random male teacher who had completely given up on any of us looking presentable.
But what we lacked in physical appearance, we made up for in social awareness.
HOT DAMN were we educated. And I’m not saying this in a braggy “our test scores were better than your test scores” way. Because I’ve never cared about test scores. I’d rather have a conversation with someone before deciding their level of intelligence.
And I typed that subconsciously then realized it’s exactly what I’m getting at: Every Duchesne girl I know has her own unique outlook on the world.
There’s no right or wrong. (Unless we’re talking murder. And I’m totally down to talk murder, if you are. Just let me know.) Not everything is black and white. And because of that, you can’t be afraid to express — or even change — your point of view.
Even now, in my group text with five high school classmates, we disagree on. the. reg. And not in an aggressive facts-based way, just a “Yeah, but…” way.
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean by “Yeah, but…”
The best part is knowing who’s going to argue before you even text the topic. And what they’re going to say. And how you’re going to constructively continue the conversation.
There is never a dull day with a Duchesne girl by your side, I promise you that.
And based on the many people I know from other schools, that’s very much a trend across single-sex education.
Because we spent the four most formative years of our life giving zero damns. Why would that change as full-blown adults?
Title Credit: Beyoncé