Some people have strange gaps in their knowledge.
I was homeschooled, so when I started ninth grade there were a number of things I didn't know, like Juliet by LMNT* (remember sixth grade?), ten fingers** or the rape song***. Then there's this awesome kick-ass friend of mine who can rattle of a sting of jokes dirtier than your 15 year old brother's browser history, but who I recently discovered didn't know what a brazilian wax is.

So, I think I'm going to make a list of random things everyone should know by the time they're in tenth grade.
Swell.
Let the fun begin.

* Here's the first stanza and the chorus:

Hey I've been watching you
Every little thing you do
Every time I see you pass
In my homeroom class, makes my heart beat fast
I've tried to page you twice
But I see you roll your eyes
Wish I could make it real
But your lips are sealed, that ain't no big deal
'Cause I know you really want me
I hear your friends talk about me
So why you trying to do without me
When you got me
Where you want me

(Hey Juliet)
I think you're fine
You really blow my mind
Maybe someday, you and me can run away
I just want you to know
I wanna be your Romeo
Hey Juliet
 

** Thanks wikipedia:

"Ten Fingers is a party game that begins with all players forming a circle and putting all ten fingers up. The game starts by having a random player saying something that they haven't done, such as "I haven't been to Paris." Anyone who has done the act then puts one of their fingers down. Play continues with the next person in clockwise order who states something that they haven't done until only one player has any fingers remaining. However, unlike traditional games, there are two winners: the player who puts all of their fingers down first and the last player remaining. As this is a party game, questions tend to be raunchy and sexual and therefore favor the most promiscuous or most prude players."

***  Here you go:

 Stop, don't touch me there.
This is my private square.
R-A-P-E
Get your hands off of me.
It's RAPE

Stop, don't touch that place.
This is my private space.
R-A-P-E
Get your penis out of me.
It's RAPE

Hookers ride the bus. 
A couple weeks ago, I was riding a public bus (the 358 in fact) in Seattle, WA, when the slender woman in the seat across from me tossed her slightly crispy brown hair over her shoulder, turned to the short dark-skinned man beside her, and told him that "I'll walk over by Aurora Ave, see if I can pick up any clients. You gonna hang by home-depot?" For the next half-hour I listened to a conversation between a real life pimp and prostitute.

Why am I telling you this? Especially as a first post? Well, in all honesty, I'm right now in a computer lab at Iowa University, and my assignment for this writing camp I'm at is to make a blog. Well, blogs are everywhere. Some people blog about cooking, some people about fashion. A lot about their lives. I'm pretty lost. But what I keep thinking is that there are a lot of little things about daily life that are really interesting, and a lot of questions people never discuss.

Like french kissing. Anonymously interview a gaggle of ninth or tenth grade girls, and a lot of them will tell you they hate french kissing. Most importantly, they'll think they're weird and unnusual in that. Almost all of us grow to  like it. But there's a phase there were you feel really weird and screwed up because you're just not that fond of kissing.

No one talks about that.

14 year old me would've really liked to hear that.

So, you can have your German Chocolate Cake and bubble dresses. I'll take cheating on tests, public school dances (i.e. sex with clothes on) and other aspects of life.