Wednesday, July 18, 2007

High School Musical

Okay, so not really a musical, just a meme. Not a me-me, but a meme. Which is still weird and I still call them me-me's in my head.

1. Who was your best friend? Until my Junior year, it was DeLisa. She had been my BFF since before we started Kindergarten. Then my family hosted the Belgian foreign exchange student from Hell and the Belgian witch caused some major problems and De and I weren't friends again for a long time. So halfway through my Junior year and until after we graduated, Cyndi was my new best friend. She was literally The Most Popular Girl In School and for me, a Band/Speech Nerd to have scored BF status with TMPGIS...well, I felt pretty high-falootin'. Until I woke up to realize I had aliented the friends who had stuck by me since elementary school. Of course, now I'm friends with virtually none of any of those girls, so ..... (shrugs)

2. What sports did you play? HA! I didn't. I did, however, play on the Seniors's basketball team when we played against the faculty. No one could believe I did it and no one threw the ball to me. I volunteered to sit on the bench the rest of the game because duh, I was sweating and no one had told me that sweating was involved.

3. What kind of car did you drive? I drove a 1986 gold Chevy Cavalier. It was a rebuilder my dad picked up for next to nothing, drove it while he was in Nursing school and then passed the golden torch on to me. The paint crackled, it sported a nice dent in the driver's side back door where I wedged my car between Jerry's truck and the shop building, the headliner was sagging (not a good combo with gigantic big bangs, so I slumped) and the driver's seat had come unbolted from the frame, so it was propped up with a brick. To get up a hill, I'd turn off the air conditioner and we'd all lean forward, giggling like mad the whole time.

4. It’s Friday night, where were you? If it was football season, I was directing the band at a football game. If it was baseball or basketball season and my boyfriend, Brad, was at a ballgame, I was Uptown with the girls. (Which is actually downtown if you want to get technical, but we all called it "going Uptown.") Back then, dragging Main was still legal and popular. We drove up and down Main at a crawl for houuuuuuurs all weekend. Of course, gas was like, .74 a gallon, so it was all good. If it was between ball seasons, Brad and I did what we did every Friday night - dinner at McDonald's, a movie at the $1 show, then we parked until curfew.

5. Were you a party animal? Uh, no. And I can honestly say, at the ripe old age of 34, I have never been to a party, like the parties you see on TV. I know they exist outside of television, but I never ran with that crowd. Tater went to several in her day, but not me. Now, invite me to a Pampered Chef or Tupperware party and I'll knock you down to get there.

6. Were you considered a flirt? More often, the word I heard was "tease."

7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Band. From 5th grade until I graduated. I started out with the flute, until I got tired of being last chair. I was really, really bad. I then moved back to percussion where I played the bells (glockenspiel, xylophone, whatever you call 'em in your neck of the woods), bass drum, bass keyboard and for three years, was Drum Majorette and led the band during marching season on the field and at parades. During concert season one year, we played a song that was supposed to be reminiscent of ships on the ocean. We didn't have a ship's bell and there was no money in the budget for one, so Mr. Medders went to the salvage yard and bought a brake drum. I banged on that sucker with a mallet and it sounded just like a ship's bell.

8. Were you a nerd? Oh heck yes. But I was a popularish nerd. I was called teacher's pet more than once, I lived to make straight A's, I never caused trouble, I never cut class, but I still managed to hold ranks with the "in" crowd.

9. Did you get suspended/expelled? I'd have committed suicide if I'd ever gotten suspended. Seriously. I was that into school.

10. Can you sing the fight song? Thanks to the efforts of Mrs. E, yes, I can STILL sing the school song. Complete with the "rah rah!" at the end. (Which leaving off of the test caused me to get only a 98%, not a 100%.)

11. Who was your favorite teacher? I have three favorite teachers from my junior high/high school years and they were my three English teachers - Mrs. Reid, Mrs. Enoch and Mrs. Sharbutt.

12. School mascot? Bear. It's been very hard to transition from large scary mammal with sharp teeth to nocturnal carnivorous flappy bird.

13. Did you go to Prom? I went to a lot of Proms. My Prom career started when I was a Sophomore. I went to two my Sophomore year, two my Junior year and one my Senior year. The Wyandotte Prom my Sophomore year was the best one ever. I went with the gay Drum Major and Cyndi was there with her boyfriend. We danced and acted goofy and everyone expected that because we were the youngest ones there. My Senior Prom was not all that great. It was on a boat and I went from borderline panic attack to borderline nauseous all night.

14. If you could go back and do it over, would you? HECK no. I feel bad I hurt the people I hurt with the whole popularity thing going to my head and I kind of regret some of my antics, but doing those things shaped who I am now and there's no way I would want to jeopardize what I have today.

15. What do you remember most about graduation? Wearing a micro mini skirt and getting away with it.

16. Where were you on senior skip day? I don't think we had an official skip day.... I will tell you, though, that I never skipped a day of school until my Senior year. It was then that my dad said it was about time I started acting like an immature teenager and skip school a time or two.

17. Did you have a job your senior year? Not a full time, after school job. Before the divorce, the house rule was "no jobs while school is in." I babysat here and there, though. Tater worked at a burger joint after we moved to Miami, though. I was always kind of jealous of that.

18. Where did you go most often for lunch? Butterfield's General Store. Almost every day I got a Frito pie and a large Coke and I think it cost under $2.

19. Have you gained weight since then? I had a 28" waist when I graduated high school. I don't even think I have a waist now.

20. What did you do after graduation? Here's one regret - My Papa wanted to take me and Tater out for pie after my graduation. Tater went. I did not. I really regret not going - all he wanted was to take me out for pie and I was too caught up in going out with my boyfriend to have a single piece of pie with my Papa. Tater says I shouldn't feel bad, that I was 18 and it was my graduation night and I did what pretty much any other 18 year would've done, but I still feel bad.

21. When did you graduate? May 1991. If I wanted to dig around in my hope chest, I could tell you the actual date, but eh, that hope chest is a disaster right now.

22. Who was your Senior prom date? I went alone. A few weeks before Prom I got drunk for the first time. I mean, schnockered off my kazooie to the point I couldn't walk and then busted through the back door with the annoucement, "Mom...I'm druuuunk!" The next day, during the 1991 version of the Spanish Inquisition, is when my parents found out I wasn't a virgin anymore either. So if I thought that the grounding from getting drunk was bad, the grounding from my no-longer-secret sexual revolution was even worse. I was not allowed to see the boy I'd been seeing (Why, I'm still not sure, because he really had nothing to do with anything, poor guy) and Mom was going to drive me to my Senior Prom and pick me up. I then stated I wasn't going to go to the stupid Prom, but then I was told that oh yes I was going to go to the stupid Prom because my punishment was going to be as humiliating as humanly possible. Walking out the door to get in the car, Mom in her robe, me on the verge of tears because my mom was not only driving me to Prom but was driving me there in her bath robe, Mom tossed me the keys and with a glare in her eye and venom in her voice said, "Come straight home when that boat docks. Don't stop for a Coke, don't stop for anything, don't even talk to your friends in the parking lot. I know how long it takes to get home and I will be timing you." I met up with "that boy" and spend the evening wrapped up in his tux jacket, griping about my parents, trying not to vomit over the side of the boat and wishing I hadn't even come.

23. Are you going / did you go to your 10 year reunion? I not only went, I planned it and held part of it here at my house. I was pregnant with Kady. It was hot. And the classmates who still, after 10 years, knew how to push my buttons, pushed those buttons to the point I cried every day until the reunion. Once the day finally came, it was fine. We had a good time seeing people we hadn't seen in a long time, seeing their kids, reminiscing. Then that night we had dinner without the kids and went to the bar. We didn't stay long because I was utterly exhausted and half sick, so we missed out on MagnetLady getting her boobs grabbed by a classmate's wife.

24. Who was your homeroom teacher? We didn't have a homeroom. Our first hour teacher took the cafeteria report and that's where we got announcements, but I think our "homeroom" teachers were the class sponsors and I couldn't tell you who that was my Senior year - maybe Mrs. Young....not sure. Junior year, though, was Mrs. E and Mr. Baldwin. Those two put on Prom with the Juniors every year. I'd call them both saints for doing Prom every year, but only Mrs. E qualifies for that title.

25. Who will repost this after you? Probably no one. I heisted this off of Melessa a week or so ago and it's probably already made the rounds. Take it if you want, though - it was kind of fun.


Queen Of Cheese said...

I'll take that challenge, we Eagles are far superior to you Bears! Well, maybe not you Bears but I'm pretty sure we are of a higher class than the nocturnal birds you are submitting your kids to. (shudders)

Anonymous said...

Ahh, memories...(gag) I just got an invite to my 15 year reunion early next month. I'm trying to decide if I want to go, or if I want to nail my penis to a log and set it on fire. Close call. I think I'll buy some matches.

Matt F. Simpson said...

Did you know that Mrs. Sharbutt gave me a big fat F in competitive speech? It's true. Only one I ever got. It has been so long now that I can't even remember her reason, but it may have had something to do with my 5-second extemporaneous speech at regionals in Oolagah during the spring of 1990. I think it went something like this: I know nothing of the topic I was assigned.

Either that or she was just pissed because I chose to recite Metallica lyrics for my compulsory poetry performance.

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