Straight Female / 45
The Public Shaming That Has A Life Of Its Own 30 Years Later
We were 8th graders in a small private school, everyone knew everyone. I had a crush on Jonathan Wilson and was doodling in my notebook, repeatedly writing "Mrs. Wilson". The teacher walked up on me, grabbed my notebook and shamed me in front of everyone. What followed was a classroom wedding, the girls 'dressed' me with flowers in my hair, made up grotesquely, put a white tablecloth around me, he was helped by his groomsmen, a paper tie, and they rolled up his pants like a hick farmer.
Several girls were bridesmaids, boys were groomsmen, one boy was the minister and he read out the wedding vows made up by him. With paper rings we were 'married' and after the wedding I was from then on Mrs. Wilson.
The story got back to our parents, everyone thought it was amazing. In school and out I was Mrs. Wilson. A nickname that has lived on ever since. Jonathan felt sorry for me, he understood that I couldn't get married because everyone associated me with him. We eloped in college and made it legal.
For our 25th class reunion everyone dressed up like we had that afternoon in the 8th grade, every woman's name tag was Mrs. Wilson, and all the men were Jonathan.
Several girls were bridesmaids, boys were groomsmen, one boy was the minister and he read out the wedding vows made up by him. With paper rings we were 'married' and after the wedding I was from then on Mrs. Wilson.
The story got back to our parents, everyone thought it was amazing. In school and out I was Mrs. Wilson. A nickname that has lived on ever since. Jonathan felt sorry for me, he understood that I couldn't get married because everyone associated me with him. We eloped in college and made it legal.
For our 25th class reunion everyone dressed up like we had that afternoon in the 8th grade, every woman's name tag was Mrs. Wilson, and all the men were Jonathan.
