I went back to Washington DC with this group of Wayne High Students. We had a really good time. The program that we went through is called CLOSE-UP. It is a social science trip and most of the kids that went from other schools were totally political science goo-roos. I just went to see the sights and have fun. I loved the trip and we got to see all the amazing places. I loved The Wall, the Vietnam War memorial, Colonial Williamsburg, Lincoln Monument, and all the other great places we got to see. I wish I could go back now because I would appreciate it all a little more and now I actually know about those places and care about what I could learn from them.
This is me shooting skeet on the baseball field for Harvest Ball from a yearbook picture. The FFA has 12 or so girls do all these competitions like shooting, saddling and riding a horse, backing up a horse trailer, roping some poor sheep, and things like that during school. It all ends with the Harvest Ball at the end of the week. When I was shooting this shot gun, I was holding it and when I turned around to ask somebody something, the entire studentbody that was standing behind me ducked or laid down. It was so funny. Well, Mr. Torgerson and Mr. Elmer didn't think so, but I did!
I should have put these pictures at the end of the post, but it is too late now. I can't move them. This one is a note my science teacher, Mr. Petersen, gave to all the seniors. He was our class advisor all through high school and he was a super teacher. He is the reason I am a biology teacher, well, I have my license anyway. I am not sure if you will be able to read it, but it tells everyone about a graduation party at his house and reminds everyone about a trip to Lake Powell that we all planned after graduation. He was such a super guy and he always used the term 'critters' in biology and he wrote it on the note, so funny to all you Wayne Highers.
This is a picture of that Lake Powell trip. All the girls put on our life jackets upside down and we were pretending to be sumo wrestlers. We also pulled a little trick on the boys. We put our life jackets on like that and then we all swam out into this little bay. We told the boys to swim out because it wasn't very deep and that we were standing on a sand bar. The boys all swam out while we tread water with our hidden life jackets on. They were so tired when they got out to us, we had to help them all back to the beach!
My friend Trena and I always argued who had the biggest bust. We would ask all our girlfriends and they would tell us we were the same. We would then look at each other and say "There is no way I am that big" or "She is way bigger than me." We teased about it all the time, but in the end, she totally won! Kami finally told us the truth to make us shut up about it. Well, what I wanted to be the truth.
It is tradition to go white wash the big W on the hill and to put your class number up there by it. We changed the 92 to a 93 and spiffed up the W. This is most of my class, and yes, that is a horse. It packed the bags of lime up the hill for us. That was a fun day to miss class.
Alynn, me, Camille, and Mitch did a lip sync in the lip sync contest at school. I wish I could remember the song we did, but I do remember it was one that had a deep voice part that Mitch did. It was Spirit Week and it happened to be BACKWARDS DAY. You can barely tell in this picture, but all of our clothes are on backwards. I loved spirit week.This is my Senior Ball and I couldn't go without a bow. It was a really fun time and I will never ever forget how much time we spent decorating. Our actual date was cut a little short because we were decorating all day.
Dancing with my Paps. After the promenade or floorshow, all the seniors danced with their parent. My dad had so much hair 15 years ago! And look how dark it was! Dad, I love you. I think your gray hair now is so full of wisdom and wit!
Bad picture, but it shows about 1/50th of the balloons we blew up for our Senior Ball decorations. No kidding. We filled the gym ceiling with balloons, it was gorgeous. Yes, that is a bow on top of my head, not a pink balloon, although it is big enough to be!
Jonesy, this picture is for you. They were not ducks as I first thought, but they are geese! Honk Honk Honk. Geese!! My mom might seriously still have this shirt in the back of one of the closets at home. If so, I will wrap it up for you for Christmas! Do I need to point out the bow?
Testing out the backdrop decorations for the pictures. Brian came home from college to go to the Senior Ball with me. Well, technically I think he came home from college every weekend. You might all think I am a little weird to be posting pictures of an old boyfriend, but I really did consider him my best friend for a few years. We had a great time together. How could I not include him? That would be like not including Amber or Camille? By they way, did anyone else buy striped Girbaud shorts?
My mom made a comment on one of the other posts the other day about me not wearing long pants. It is true, my junior and senior years of high school I only wore long pants once. (You all know I can't use the word 'jeans' right? Too cityish for me.) That one time was when all the girls basketball team had to wear our new sweats to school one day. All of the other days I wore shorts.
Our school had a snow sculpture contest after we got a good storm and so I called my mom to bring me some thermals to put under my shorts. What a good mom. Ooh, check out Amber's bow. It was a widespread epidemic!
We took 1st in region and 2nd at State my senior year in volleyball. That was hard. We had such a good year, but when we got to that championship game, we just let them slaughter us. It was a great year though and I loved playing.
This picture was in the paper the week after we won region. I was number 10. There are no basketball pictures my senior year because I didn't play. When tryouts came around, I decided that I would rather not be on the team than to be benched and watch the sophomores play. How horrible is that? The sophomores that year were a really aggressive bunch and they WERE better than me and my pride could not take it. I went to every game and watched though, and they took 2nd at State that year in basketball too. That was tough year for the girls that got 2 2nd place trophies.This is my class. I tell everyone that there were 32 of us plus 2 pregnant juniors that graduated with us. Boy, that sounds horribly small townish!
I am and will always be a sentimental fool. I cried like a little baby with a belly ache at graduation. I was happy, but sad to have it all end. I loved high school and all my friends and I knew it would never be the same after this night. So I cried and cried.
Amber, Rachelle, Camille, and me. We were great friends and I couldn't have had any better buddies to grow up with.
Our class always said we would go on a cruise for our senior trip, and we did! We really made it happen. Here we are at Sea World in San Diego, one of the stops on our little 4 day cruise.
There is a story behind this picture. The ocean air made my hair go really frizzy and alot bigger, if you can believe that. I asked Amber to do my hair for dinner that night. She had long beautiful blonde hair that she put hot rollers in. She put her hot rollers in my thick, short hair and holy smokes! It went huge. That is not a shadow, that is my hair! Amber and Camille about had heartattacks when they took the curlers out and saw the result. I just about stopped breathing forever when I looked in the mirror!
So we went up to dinner and it was some Mexican theme or something because there was this guy who worked on the boat that met us at the door to the dining room with a sombrero and a whip. There was also a photographer there to take your picture with him. See, it worked, I bought their $7.00 picture just for the big hair memory. Anyway, it was our turn and I grabbed that whip from him, yelled "YeeHaw" snapped that whipped and nearly made him mess his pants. It was great. The photographer missed the shot, but got us laughing afterwards. When we walked into dinner, EVERYONE looked at my hair like it had seahorses in it.