School Story:
What I remember from High School, is there was always something to do. Friday Night football games, Drive Inn movies with your favorite guy, and pledging to a soroity . What was the name of that soroity?? Cruising McDonald's on Hwy 67, and getting caught drinking Boone's Farm wine because Jim Kern left a bottle out on the seat. Nice going Jim, but the guard just made us pour the wine out. Not even a call to our parents!! Driving around with my best friend Ruth, listening to Carol King on the 8 track in my Dodge Dart. Being the only girl in shop class, which I still have my table I made and use it everyday!!
Entering my car in the Homecoming parade. Frying the Huskies! Hiding my car for a week so we could decorate it. Trying to find out where the other floats were hidden to get a peak. Simple life, no cell phones, no internet.
The teachers were great, but I can't remember the name of the French teacher who had a southern accent. Nice lady but I could not understand her let alone French. That was my first "F". And the Business teacher who liked me, made me sit next to her desk so I would learn short hand so I would graduate and get a job. Well that was my only "D" and I did get a job without knowing shorthand.
Man we are getting old. Life's too short, let's remember the good times,
learn from the worse times and live in the moment.
