This post is extremely late but better late than never right?
Friday before the festivities I broke out the yearbook and as I was reading through the notes just about everyone wrote "let's stay in touch" or some similar version. Do you know how many people that I actually stayed in touch with prior to Facebook? Maybe 5 or 6 and that was inconsistent at best. Sad right? I think I'll try working on that.
10th Grade- I can pretty much sum up this year with a few words- Athletics, boyfriend, no car. That's where most of my focus was spent. If you're like me and don't have a birthday early in the school year you're stuck with no car and no license to drive while it seems like everyone else does. Major bummer. My girl Julie P. took pity on a few of us lowly 10th graders and would take Camron, Michelle, and I to Sonic after school on days when we had home volleyball games. Those rides were a lot of fun because we would always leave the car with some profound Julie Wisdom.
I dated the same guy pretty much the entire year. And for high school standards that was a pretty long relationship. What can I say, I'm picky? I've never really bounced from guy to guy. My friends all congratulated me on my "good catch". He was a Junior, played football, and could drive. Apparently those were the three major requirements for a boyfriend when you were in the 10th grade. I just thought he was cute and nice.
I love sports. Am I the best player? Nope. Am I decent? Yes. But during 10th grade I decided to start pulling back from athletics slightly. This was my last year to play volleyball and basketball. The coach had a seething hatred for me that I still don't understand to this day. And while that sort of thing doesn't bother me, it made my sports involvement sort of miserable. And believe it or not I actually miss running the 5-6 miles per day that she insisted on with all of the rushing warm-ups and other drills. My ass has never been in better shape and that's a fact! Although I'm trying to work my way back to it now, but that's a story for another day.
The summer between 10th and 11th grade I got my first job-Sonic carhop. Don't laugh. When you're a girl and halfway cute you can make awesome tips. I NEVER came home from a 6 hour shift with less than $30 in tips. I also got my first car. A lovely 1992 Toyota Tercel, blue, standard. I didn't know how to drive a standard and spent two frustrating weeks learning to drive the stupid thing before I could actually get out of the driveway in it. Boyfriend and I broke up, started dating someone else.
11th Grade- Allison, Cali, and I were pretty much together during school hours and school events 24/7. When we weren't together we were with our respective boyfriends. To fill all the free time I had since pulling out of some sports I got into drama. And it was amazing how much free time I had! I did two plays that year- Little Women and Winnie the Pooh (I was rabbit). We did two plays per year-an adult and a childrens.And since I no longer had a coach breathing down my neck and keeping tabs on me, Allison and I were able to get away with murder during our free periods. Sneaking off campus, ditching classes, wearing masks and sneaking through the hallways. It occurs to me that I was pretty damn easy on my parents if this was the worst that I did. You always hear of horror stories, like girls gone wild type stuff. Hell, I was still on the honor roll for crying out loud. So apparently I didn't miss anything during those "away" times with Allison.
I started dating a 21 year old. I was 17. What in the hell were my parents thinking? At the time I didn't see anything wrong with this but parenthood puts things in a whole new perspective. If this were Emma Jeremy would have already killed the boy and buried the body. His brother the cop would probably have helped. So now way will she be allowed to pull something like this. Cause Mama knows. It only lasted about 6 months anyway. Close to the end of the school year Jeremy and I started dating. Here we are at Junior Prom. My dress was totally awesome by the way. Note his hand on my ass in the picture. Try explaining THAT to mom and dad.This was also the year that our Beta Club advisor (a certain teacher who shall remain nameless but always, always, always had hickeys on her neck) learned the follies of letting high schoolers roam the streets during a convention with little to no supervision. Did I mention that we were "good kids" so got away with murder?
The guy patting me down is an attorney now. Ironic?Bottom pic is Cali, Allison, and I.
12th Grade- I only needed two classes in order to graduate but I also took some college courses at the unholy hour of 7am. I got to leave school at noon and completely dropped out of sports. Athletics period was at the end of the day-didn't love sports enough to take 4 classes I didn't need just to stay for athletics.Stayed in drama and did two more plays. I was Kate in The Miracle Worker and an evil witch in a children's play that Allison and I wrote. This play was awesome and featured me and Cali as the evil witch and witch-in-training. We worked our evil spells and messed up Mother Goose nursery rhymes. There were sexual innuendos, cross dressing, and loads of other stuff pulled from our warped imaginations. Priceless. Senior year was great but probably best told through pictures so enjoy. (Break out your reading glasses-A lot of these pics were scanned from a senior memory book and cover several years and are crammed together.)