Metallic

Dictionary Game: So I decided that I would play this new game, because I just don't feel like writing about the same old things. I will, therefore, retrieve my trusty dictionary and open it randomly and point to a word (all the while my eyes are shut). Whichever word I land on I have to blog about it.. it can be anything about the word.. the word can even strike a memory, event, person, thing, color..etc.. but the base is the word. So.. Shall we try for round 1?
*drumroll....*

the word is: Metallic

In my junior high days I had braces put on, which enhanced my already awkward features very nicely. but the steel cage in my mouth is not what reminded me of this silvery word. Before the braces, I had to break my palate, which is actually more common than I thought. Apparently, my mouth was too small.. surprised? I was too. So they hooked this thingy-majig into the roof of my mouth and everyday I had to take a key and turn it. Every day it spread the palate further apart... until it splits in half. It almost reminds me of the torture devices in the medieval days... but more expensive. I remember the taste of the object.. the metallic disturbance in my mouth.. and how food would constantly get lodged into the space between the palate and the object. Really, really annoying.

I remember I was at a friend's house and he was having a little junior high party, oh boy those were the days! Well my friend, Nate, made me laugh so hard... and a little bit of meatball that was stuck in my mouth-machine was now cocked and loaded... The piece flew out with the force of my exhaling laughter.. and spiraled through the air like rapid machine gun fire.. until it made perfect landing.. on Nate's tee shirt. I was 50% mortified and 50% hysterical with laughter... and he still had a small stain on his shirt months after that. I guess you could say.. I left my mark.

Finally, my palate split. I remember that day and feeling a searing yet dull pain in the front of my teeth and roof of mouth. I was more excited than anything though, because I finally got to take it out. But the excitement shortly diminished once I saw the remnants of the palate-devastator. It created not only more room for my teeth, but enough room for a whole other tooth to grow smack dab in the middle of my mouth.

For weeks before I could fix it with braces.. I was constantly asked if I "worked at the gap now".

Ahhhh.. the metallic taste of junior high...