Later...

Wow, where to begin? Maybe this should not be written when I am unable to sleep at 2:40 a.m. I remember crazy marching band practices when it was still so dark we tripped down the stairs to have Kaiser yell at us; fun debate trips where I learned to drink black coffee to stay up most of the night and be coherant the next morning; cheerleading when my little sister had to join us (she is now 24); and drinking in the cornfields and thinking we were so smart to find a great hiding place until someone decided a bonfire was a good idea and we all ended up running from the police. Homecomings, TWIRPs (does anyone know why we actually called it that?) and prom with a lot of bad hair and even uglier dresses. I do not know about you, but my idea of vintage clothing will not ever be inspired by the clothes I wore in high school.