Today I visited my old high school (Dear old AF High, Yes we will love you 'til we die...). I am playing piano for my mom's choir class' Christmas Program, and I was there for some rehearsal. I walked in the front doors and the memories came flooding back. Even though there has been some remodeling, enough things are the same that I had a little trip down memory lane on my way to the choir room. I was a choir geek, so I spent a lot of hours in there. I walked by where the vending machines used to be and thought, 'There's where Pete Schofield got in a fight.' I walked by the computer lab and thought, 'They all have lap tops in there!' The computer lab back in (gasp) 1990 had monitors that were two tone: a black background with your choice of green or orange writing. I walked by the drama room and thought, 'There's where I first witnessed serious teacher/student flirtation.' People get fired for that kind of stuff these days, but not so much then.
Is there any time in a life that is more fraught with emotion than high school? I thought I was "grown" yet I acted like a totally irresponsible jerk. I thought the friends I had then were the best friends I was ever going to have, yet I barely keep in touch with any of them. I had crushes but I didn't know love; I had clothes but I had no style (and if my scanner worked I could provide you with evidence); I was smart yet I had no common sense. But it was also a relatively carefree time, and I did have fun. I must reminisce...
...I remember my brother Dave had a mullett and he wore rocker t-shirts constantly. I guess his wardrobe is the same now except for the mullett. I have the clearest memory of him getting in a giant argument with my parents and screaming, "ROCKERS DON'T DO DRUGS!" I think that maybe back then rockers didn't all do drugs, but I'd be interested to know if that teenage outburst had its roots in truth or rage.
...I remember my friend Pete trying to put the moves on our friend Anneliese, and when executing "the big stretch" at the movies he elbowed her in the face instead.
...I remember the proms I went to as a junior and a senior. Both years I wore dresses with GIANT shoulder pads. What the what?
...I remember that I thought this outfit was super cute: Guess jeans with zipper ankles, Gap button up with a giant Gap cardigan, two different colored pairs of socks (carefully layered so you could easily see I had on TWO pairs of socks), and ankle boots. And I had a perm, and I wore giant glasses until my junior year. Yikes. Junior year I traded the glasses for some sweet Minnetonka moccasins. Double Yikes.
...I remember my Uncle Perry gave me a car: a 1979 Toyota Corolla. It was silver with a black interior, and when the hood broke, Jack fixed it with the external clips they put on race cars. It had an AM radio and that was about it for options. But it ran and I was happy to have it. Liza drove it until she was broadsided by her health teacher one morning.
Let's share. Don't you want to comment with a funny/humiliating/ funny and humiliating high school memory? I promise it will be as fun as the Electric Slide.
Mona 5th Ward primary families
9 months ago
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Sadly, you were way more fashionable that I was in high school. Your ride was way cooler too, as opposed to the Oldsmobile station wagon I sometimes got to borrow. And that was the better of the two cars to choose from. Ask Bruce about getting jumped in the snack bar...or was that Brett, or wait a minute that was all of the Hatch kids...good times..
Ohhhh the glory days of high school were not so glorious for me. I went to prom complete with a shoulder-padded dress and a gentelman who called himself the Gentle Giant. I was a nerd--National Honor Society, Seminary Council, English Sterling Scholar, AP classes and working after school schlepping around a lawn mower, edger and blower (I wasn't cool enough do to the weed eating--they left that up to Beau) at Spencer Lawn Care. I can't say I had any horrific experiences in high school, but I'm awfully glad that phase in my life is long gone.
Ahhhh, the stomps and dances were the highlight of high school night life, though I couldn't tell you why, really. Looking back, it seems horrible. But still, the memories are fond. Always played were Fishin' in the Dark and the B-52's, along with an INXS and U2 ballad for good measure. My proudest high school moment was the dance I attended with J.J. Seamons, singer of the dance's theme song: All I Want is You, by U2. Yes, he was totally hot, and had graduated the year before. I was seriously cool. That is, until he left me to go sing his song for the school, and I stood there like a fool while everyone else danced to the theme song. Cool. Do you remember him, Becca? He moved into those apts. where Jeff Hamula lived when we lived in Crestview... Anyway, my love for him had faded by that time. Alas.
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