My Supervillain Backstory
The Origins of my Kazoo Obsession
I think that even those who don’t know me well will remember that I’m quite the kazoo master, and pretty good at it if I say so myself. I have so many phenomenal memories from high school in regards to my kazoo and the cacophonous noises I made with it. But, when exactly did this obsession start?
I’m going to take you back to the summer of 2017… right before high school. It was my birthday and my mom had made a pit-stop at Party City before coming home and filled this rainbow bucket with just absolute random crap (fun fact: this is also what birthed the Peppa Pig addiction, but that’s a story for another day). One of the useless pieces of plastic in the bucket was a purple kazoo. Bonus points if you remember seeing me with this on campus. But, even though this is an origin story, not all stories begin at the beginning. Because I actually laughed at the kazoo in this bucket and ignored it for months. So, what actually happened that made this condensed ball of kazoo chaos?
It was Ms. Oliver. Blame her. I was walking with Sienna, Chaya, and I think 1-2 other people freshman year and we passed the mac, or however you spell it. And outside, we stopped to talk to Ms. Oliver, who mentioned they were giving away kazoos inside. I asked half jokingly if she could get me one and she did. I carried that thing with me EVERYWHERE. I almost got that kazoo taken away on a weekly basis in Schwab’s poor history class. Fast forward to me getting way more comfortable in the high school (cough cough realizing I could get away with being annoying cough) and I carried a kazoo in my backpack, lunch box, purse, in everything. I would play it on the way to get lunch or during class or in the halls on an otherwise perfectly normal and mundane day of school. And soon, the kazoo grew to be my trademark.
When it gets to the extent that teachers and kids you’ve only met in passing know you for it, that’s gotta be a trademark, right? I even ended up buying a kazoo game (Kazoo Crazy i love you) at Target and forcing anyone from my family to my own teachers to play it with me. I’d interrupt Leibowitz’s 3rd period chemistry classes just to hand her a kazoo and then leave. Still not sure why I did that, but I did that.
To this day, I always have a kazoo handy. I keep one in my bedside drawer, in my bags, just in everything. You never know when you might need a kazoo to break awkward silence or just need a fun conversation starter. So, here’s just a bit of Bella history you never asked for.
Do you have anything that you’re known for?
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