Found this on Sophia's blog and thought, since my last two entries have brought up a lot of old memories, it'd be a good conclusion to my little flashback. I dreamed last night about high school and The Boy; I'm ready to close the vault.
- Who was your best friend? Chris, although we didn't meet until the summer after my sophomore year. She went to a different high school than I, which I think made it easier.
- What kind of car did you drive? A 1972 Ford Torino, brown. I already mentioned the lovely AM radio; it also had black vinyl seats and the gas gage didn't work. I think I ran out of gas at least a dozen times before I could finally afford to buy a decent car. Those were, obviously, the pre-cell-phone days and I'm amazed nothing bad ever happened during those walks to a gas station to call my dad. Oh, and did I mention: it also didn't have any brake lights. Special.
- It's Friday night. Where were you? Dancing somewhere, usually The Ritz in SLC. Or sometimes we'd just drive around---I didn't think of it this way then, but now I think of it as hunting, stalking down something to do, preferably somewhere we'd bump into our respective Boys.
- Were you considered a flirt? No, I don't think so. I grew up with three sisters and a dad who was sort of a background figure; I didn't have any boy cousins I ever hung out with. So teenage boys were like alien creatures to me. I had no idea what I was doing or how to flirt. One of my started-out-as-a-good-friend-but-stabbed-me-in-the-back friends, Tara, tried to teach me how to flirt. BUT I think if I were single again, I would be a flirt now, albeit a sarcastic one.
- Were you in the band, orchestra, or choir? No, although I tried to play the viola for one week in seventh grade. Everyone else already knew how to read music and I was so in over my head. I transferred to an extra science class.
- Were you a nerd? Hmmmm...a nerdy goth is hard to imagine.
- Who was your favorite teacher? I didn't have one in high school, but my first grade teacher, Mr. Averett, and my fifth grade teacher, Mr. Strong, had impacts on me that I still feel. Mr. Averett even made sure to come to my university graduation! (Of course, he's a professor now at BYU, so he didn't really come for me, but it was still cool to see my favorite-ever teacher in that line of professors.)
- What was your school mascot? The red devil, which prompts a huge controversy every four or five years.
- Did you go to the Prom? No. The only formal dance I went to was the winter dance during my sophomore year. I went with this guy who looked like Adam Sandler and I only went because The Boy was going (with someone else, obviously) and I wanted to see him all spiffed up. (Can you tell The Boy and I had ISSUES???) I wore my friend Christie's maroon velvet dress and I hated it. After the dance my mom and I drove to the gas station to get a drink, in our pajamas (the gas station had a drive-through window), and that trusty Torino? Ran out of gas, so a policeman drove us home in his cruiser.
- Did you have a job your senior year? I didn't actually go to my high school my senior year; I went to the local community college instead. But, I did have a job: the very famous Nifty's restaurant (waitresses on roller skates and 50s music; that was maybe one of the worst four months of my life, for many reasons but not the smallest was I was the fry cook, which is just lovely for the complexion!) during the summer and until Christmas, and then I got a job at WordPerfect doing data entry; I ended up working there for six years.
- What year did you graduate? 1990 (although, since I went to the college instead of the high school, they wouldn't let me graduate with them, so I didn't walk; this is also why I don't get invited to the class reunions.)
- Would you/have you go to your class reunion reunion? I'm not invited, but I don't think I'd go even if I was. There are a few people I would like to see, but not enough for all the anguish.
And with that, I'm off to organize closets. Wheeeeeee!