Miss Celeberte

Soon it was fall of 1973 and I was ready to start first grade. I was excited and had a very sweet teacher named Miss Celeberte. She was tall, slim and young, probably in her early 30’s. I’m pretty sure she hadn’t changed her hairdo since her high school days as she wore her dark hair in an outdated mini bouffant flipped up at the ends. Her eyes were lined in thick black eyeliner that swept much further than the natural shape of her eyes and she always smelled of light baby powder. She was pretty and she was kind and I would be reminded of her years later upon seeing Lorraine Bracco in Goodfellas. She liked me and I immediately fell in love with Miss Celeberte and with school which soon became  a place to escape, a place of solitude, a place that was all mine. Jerry had already established a reputation at Emily Dickenson Elementary as it was his second year. His reputation was supported by the fact that he often got in trouble and seemed to get in a lot of fights. Forever after teachers would always ask, “Lang, are you Jerry’s sister,” with a sigh.


 On the way home from school one day, a group of nasty boys were throwing rocks as I walked by. I picked up a handful of rocks in a desperate attempt to defend myself  and tried to return the onslaught. I yelled for them to leave me alone that I was going to send my brother after them. One boy, standing a few feet away with a rock in hand replied in a snarly fashion, “yeah, who’s your brother?” as if it were a test and if I got the wrong answer, he would surely aim for my head.  “Jerry Lang,” I screamed. The three looked at each other with widened eyes and turned and booked it. It would not be the last time I would use his notoriety for my own protection.


About Kelli K.

The purpose for staring this blog is threefold, one, to push my personal limits a bit and share my story with others, two, hopefully in doing so, to get a clearer understanding of myself and three, to inspire the youth with similar stories to keep going. My story is weird. I’ve seen the response on people’s faces my entire life. I am fairly guarded on what and how I share with people but I have decided I’m too old give a fuck anymore. As I’ve said, my story is weird, but only parts. Many parts are very normal. Hopefully this blog will allow me to introduce myself in a way that reflects my many angles (and curves) and refuses to let you walk away and peg me as, “the girl who did this” or “the girl who did that”.
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2 Responses to Miss Celeberte

  1. I can hear it now: “Holy shit! It’s Jerry lang’s little sister! Run””

  2. leahandalex says:

    Beer shirt on a child…haha nice! He looks so cute though, how could he cause all that trouble? 😉 For that reason, it must have been nice to have an older brother.

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