School Story:
I have alot of not so good memories from M.S., which is normal, I'm sure. Some highlights for me, though, is playing the electronic game, Simon, in Music and learning Beatles songs, falling asleep in the Planetarium, making the wooden stove rack grabber, cooking Au Graten potatoes, spending lots of hours drawing still life groupings, learning a little bit of Spanish, being scared to death of Mr. Beatty, & Mr. Ferguson, and being shocked that my English teacher had long hair and liked to sit on his desk, and not knowing how to open my d@*# locker the first few days of school!!!!!!!!
I have H.S. memories of walking around and around and around the square in the mornings, being nicknamed squeaky in music (how embarrassing), taking the 100 question pretest in Science, Mr. Bovee's bottles of THINGS.
On a personal note, I remember Lasagna at the Baranowski's house - thank you.
Long bus rides coming home from Gymnastic meets - thank you to Julia Strobel for always making those trips fun. Ushering at the Tibbits with you- lots of good memories, thank you for that.
Dawn Sistanich for giving me pointers on how to lose my southern accent - but, seriously, I appreciated you friendship and we lived in the same neighborhood for awhile and I have lots of good memories.
Jennifer Hudson and your perfect lunches in 6th grade (your mom cut those carrots so perfectly).
Chris Otis and our CRAZY concoctions we made (oh, yea, we were the scientists) and the piglets were so cute.
Derrick Graver, "Does a cat wear glasses?"
Karen Post, you were very nice to me, thank you for that.
Jazz class at Mary Val's, WOW, our outfits were wild. I do have lots of good memories of our recitals, though, and all the long hard work it took. That was really some important stuff, now.
Danielle Steider and always wanting to have the designer clothes, just like you. Except my dad wasn't a doctor!!!! So, that didn't work out so well. But I did spend ALL of my babysitting money AND my allowance AND my hard-earned DeKalb money on those silly Jordache jeans and Gloria Vanderbilt. I really learned a powerful lesson through all of that, though. It's not about the clothes you wear, it's what kind of person is inside, right? Thank you for being a friend.
Stacy Sylvester for all the fun times we had learning to drive, for giving me the funniest visual EVER of riding a BMX bike off of the picnic table (thinking you could jump the thing, right!!), for sneaking out of your mom's house to go to the Bowling Alley and then to find out that she heard the car after all even though we pushed it out of the driveway, all the times we swung in the barn at your dad's, for coming all the way to Kansas to be my Bridesmaid (I'm forever grateful to you)
Lastly, I'm not sure it's a good memory, but I have lots of memories of going to those Keggers in the cornfields. That was probably quite a moneymaker and it's amazing that they never got busted.
Okay, anxious to hear memories from everyone else.
