When I was in 8th grade my middle school choir class went on a trip to New York City to perform in various competitions. My best friend (at the time) and I, were luckily both in choir and super pumped to explore the big city together. To no surprise of mine, my mom, in typical fashion, volunteered to be one of the chaperones for the weekend. A task she would often take, because being Iranian means your parents helicopter your every move.
At this point, you may be wondering where I am going with this story. Seems pretty innocent, right? Let’s set the stage. It’s 8th grade. A girl (me) and her best friend (unnamed) go on a choir field trip while one of their mom’s (mine) chaperones a group of 20 pre-teens. Well, no trick here, it was innocent. That was until my mom scoffed at the idea of me being lesbian. Then things got a little weird.