I Can't Believe It's Been 15 Years

After writing the last week about some of my high school shenanigans, I promised that I would write some more.  So, here I go...

Story #1
My friend Susan had a red Grand Am.  One Saturday night, we didn't have much to do, so we decided to go and hang out at Kroger.  (I know interesting town).  While we were there, we saw the new boy in town who I had a crush on.  We started following him and his friends around the store.  When they left, we decided to continue following them.  Since I had the crush, Susan wanted me to drive.  I had fake finger nails on.  One had come off and I didn't want the boy to see me with only 9 nice finger nails.  This is what Susan wrote in my Senior book beside a "We Love You - Buckle Up" sticker.  "Especially when you drive the Grand Am, don't stop at stop signs, take out bread stores, and take your finger nails off at the same time! Talk about talent."  See, I knew I had talent!

Story #2
I was in the high school Marching Band.  We spent the entire month of August, before school started, preparing for the football halftime show.  At the end of the first song in the show, the entire band ended the song on the sideline in a straight line.  To get from my previous position on the field, I had to walk pretty fast.  I had that in mind and while I was playing my clarinet reminded myself that I needed to walk fast.  I was supposed to be second to the end of the line.  I wasn't really paying attention, just marching and playing.  It seemed like I walked even faster than I had remembered this time.  The song was over and I looked up.  I was 10 yards away from the rest of the band.  I guess I needed some exercise.

Story #3
As a senior in West Virginia, it was a requirement to take Advanced Comp, which was an English course.  I had an excellent teacher, Mrs. Pivik, who was a teacher when my Mom was in high school, yet she was still very much in tune with the teens from my generation.  I had some very good friends in the class, Becky, Ray, and Rick.  We were always talking and gossiping and I believe that it made Mrs. Pivik feel young when we let her join in.  Ray was a new student and from NYC.  Being from a small town, I thought he was the most interesting person I had ever met (you really are).  Although my college years have erased some of my memories, when looking through my senior book Ray wrote, "I love your big feet and humping your leg".  I vaguely remember him always turning to talk to me and straddling my leg.  I can't believe we ever got any work done in that class with all the talking, but I have a report card with "A's" to prove I was there.

I have many more to share, but will save some for another entry.  Until then, pull out your own yearbooks and senior books.  You won't be sorry.  You will be reminded of some of the great times you thought you would never forget but unfortunately have.