School Story:
There are so many funny memories. Here are a few that come to mind:
- Mrs. Peppers French class Jr. & Sr. year. We were ruthless to her! She gave us "oral points" when we did well in class. And made the mistake of telling us WAY too much about her life - like she was at Woodstock and her son almost burned down the elementary school. I got in trouble Sr. year for trying to translate the Three Musketeers into something RAUNCHY in French but she gave me an oral point b/c I came pretty close to getting the verbiage right.
- Riding to school in Jennifer T's green Pinto and then later, her brown Civic. Damn near caught my jeans on fire in the Pinto one night b/c it had this massive floor heater. Had to try to convince my Mom I was NOT smoking.
- Driving "down South" with Marva to the country club so I could ride past my favorite Class of 86 crush's house. We listened to Def Leppard or Brian Adams and always turned down the radio as we approached his house. Trying to be stealthy...
-Drivers Ed when I had really truly never driven a car until the first day in class. That was so horrible but so funny!
- Suzan and I writing notes to each other on whatever we could find. Very often it was a page of Seventeen magazine. I have kept one particularly funny note from her that was written on a Stayfree Mini Pad ad!
- One party over summer with Jackie, and the Jeffs and Lori and lots of others where I jumped in the pool with my new Guess jeans on and it turned the water DARK blue. Then I fell in a ditch while walking back to Jackie's car...still talking to them, too drunk to know better.
- Prom night. What fun! I went stag with a bunch of friends (tho I would have gone with a few of the boys in our class if they had only asked). Jenny P had on a great dress but it had a big skirt. So I assisted her in the bathroom, holding the sash/skirt so she could shimmy out of her hose to use the restroom. There we were, me in my big ruffled tea-length full skirt and her in poofy skirt-ed dress, crammed in a stall at the hotel. Later that night, a few of my friends went back to my house to change clothes and pick up my Mom's stationwagon with 2 baby seats in back(OH YEAH!)to hit the after parties.
- Graduation. Great night! My family was very proud of me for not being part of the beaning Miss America in the head. Damn Mrs. Angelo for giving the final exam review the next morning and basically telling me "if you show up, your borderline C becomes a B." I was there (and smelled like a brewery probably) and I got a B in the class.
