💅 The Time I Got Sent to the Head’s Office… For Body Spray

There are many reasons you might get sent to the headteacher’s office in primary school.
Fighting. Swearing. Causing chaos.

Me?

I got sent… for body spray.

Now in my defence, this wasn’t just any body spray.
This was peak 00s, personality-in-a-bottle, “this is who I am now” energy.

One innocent spritz. Maybe two.
Okay, maybe a confident spritz.

Next thing I know, I’m being marched off like I’ve committed a full crime.

Apparently it was “disruptive.”
Apparently it was “too much.”
Apparently… I was “challenging.”

Which, looking back, is such a classic teacher word for:

“She had personality and we didn’t know what to do with it.”

And honestly? They weren’t wrong.

Because at that exact point in time, I had fully decided that
Daphne and Celeste
were not just a band… they were a lifestyle choice.

If chaos had a soundtrack, I was living it.

Fast forward to now, and my mum randomly bumps into my old headmistress in a hospital waiting room.

“How’s Asten?” she asks.

And my mum, without missing a beat:

“Good. She’s getting married.”

No context. No build-up. Just straight to the headline.

Apparently I “used to be… challenging.”

Used to be?? 🤣

Because here’s the thing.

That same “challenging” energy?

• the opinions
• the personality
• the slightly chaotic confidence
• the need to express myself

It didn’t disappear.

It just… grew up with me.

Now I’m a writer.
I use my voice for actual things.
I’ve built a life I genuinely love.
And yes… I’m getting married.

The girl who got sent to the head’s office for body spray
is now planning a wedding.

Still a bit chaotic.
Still full of personality.
Just… slightly better at where I spray things. 💅✨