|14 years old - 1st day freshmen year - Sept 68|
My freshmen year was good. I met my first boyfriend (who was a popular jock) when he was a senior and I was a lowly freshmen. It took us from Sept to May, the whole school year to get up the nerve to talk to each other. Come to find out about it, he was in my art class the whole time and I didn't realize it until March of that year. I was glued to my seat - once I found out he sat behind me. He wasn't shy with his friends and got a big kick playing with my mind. That whole year was about my girlfriends and I spying on him (before I knew he was in my art class)
Then we became a steady couple - that lasted on and off through high school. He was attending college and many of my girlfriends still did not have boyfriends and come-on-now, girls can be catty. (I know, because I used to be one) They started picking at me, spreading rumors - making my life miserable because I had a hot boyfriend. They were in the "Rah Rah" crowd, so I ended up with the Dopers. I cut school all the time. It's a miracle I made it through. I still have nightmares to this day, that I am about to get my report card and that my Mom is going to find out, I cut and missed the whole quarter - which did happen! Mom knew I hated it and always would tell me,
"It's only 4 years out of your life."
Mom was right!
5 years later was our first class reunion. I was pregnant and was overdue and NO I didn't go.
10 years later - my old friend who also didn't care for High school, talked me into it. She said we would have fun checking everybody out. In other words, we had catty motives. So we lassoed our husbands (who didn't know each other) secured the babysitters and got good and drunk before we went. I wore these heels, that were very sexy, black dress with a slit. The popular RAH RAH crowd had not changed.
|senior-class photo - June, 1972|
I vowed I would never go back! I threw away all my year books -
Years later, I join Facebook to keep up with my brother and family - I start getting all these friend requests from the catty girls from high school. I know they had the same catty motives I had - they wanted to check me out, to see how I have aged, what my life has been like. I gave them a chance. But after a while, when I would comment or try and be friendly, they would not respond to me. So I un-friended them. Sounds so high school, doesn't it?
I have about 20 school and neighbor friends on Facebook. The rest, can all kiss my yearbook!
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