FAME: WHEN A SONG AND OTHER THINGS ARE RUINED

The David Bowie Association Game/Is it any wonder I reject you first?
  1. It was ninth period and we were in the back corner of a crowded study hall.
  2. I was helping him review for a test.
  3. I shouldn't have been there. He wanted to be a couple, I didn't--and to say he harassed me would be an understatement. I didn't know how to deal with it, though, and sometimes just agreeing to be helpful was the easiest way.
  4. Because it was the last period of the day, the school administrators would sometimes come on the PA system with announcements. Other times, they would play a video to promote a specific club or event.
  5. On this day, they featured a student-created film about a recent club retreat I'd attended with about 20 other students. I'd had so much fun.
  6. The video was set to David Bowie's "Fame." I couldn't wait to watch it.
  7. In one of the frames, you could see me, sitting on a hotel bed between two of my classmates, both male. Friends. I watched myself smile at the camera, then wave.
  8. "It's not your brain, it's just the flame."
  9. I smiled back at the television, or I suppose, at the memory, and then I turned to my friend. Still smiling.
  10. "Fame, fame, fame, fame."
  11. And he slapped me. In the face. Jealous.
  12. I don't know if anyone saw. I ran out into the hall and hid behind the classroom door. I wasn't afraid, I was just...surprised. And embarrassed.
  13. I could still hear the song from there.
  14. "It's mine, it's mine, it's just his line"
  15. I stayed until the bell rang.
  16. It took me a long time to move past embarrassment and get really mad about that.
  17. But only five minutes to hate that song forever.