The following post is rated PG.
One day in high school accidentally walked into the men’s bathroom…in Egyptian make-up from drama class. *sob*
I still have nightmares that my gingham p.e. shorts are in the locker and I can’t remember the combination. *waaaah!*
I never used my own locker in 10th grade because it was in the scary cowboy hallway. *Skoal + Marlboros= smelly folks*
In 9th grade my locker was heavily stocked with lip gloss which Thora and I would apply liberally in front of our magnetic mirror. *gag*
I skipped class one time… to study biology. *scoff*
The first day I drove to school I got in a car accident. The policeman made me sit in the back of his car IN THE HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT. *shudder*
I ate pizza or Taco Bell almost every day in 11-12th grade. *blech*
Two of brothers went to high school while I was there but I don’t think I ever saw them. *sigh*
I’m pretty sure the high school counselor waved her magic wand to delete a 1/4 credit hour class I never took so I could graduate. *phew!*
And then there were the 8 a.m. P.E. classes where we studied swimming. Wet hair in the winter in Provo=not good. *shiver*
My science teachers inspired me. *exclamation*
An English teacher caused a continual state of frustration. *yikes*
I have stayed in touch with ONE friend from high school. *hmmmm…*
I’m not sure how many play try-outs I sat through, trying to kindle the courage to audition. I could never do it. *sigh*
One day I looked across the room at the wealthy girls sitting in a row with their mini Levi skirts. I could see the underwear of nearly every one. *insert eye roll*
One day in biology class the teacher was trying to explain genetics. To illustrate what would happen if an attached ear lobe crossed with an unattached ear lobe, she implicated me and the boy sitting beside me as a possible genetic cross … I don’t remember the rest. The blood rushed to my head too quickly. In fact, I’m still blushing…and the teacher is still apologizing to me… *gasp*
I had an orchestra teacher with a heart of gold. *awww*
I bought and ate an Atomic Fire Bomb jaw breaker each day during chemistry class. *cringe*
I had one copy of a portrait of me in high school that I liked and I gave to a boy and he never returned it. *hmph!*
Sorry if I have triggered angry/painful/embarassing/lively memories that will lead to nightmares that you have forgotten a class in your schedule and it’s halfway through the term. For me, high school memories are tied to an inevitable emotional response.