School Story:
Well let's see, I was in an alcoholic fog throughout most of high school, so I doubt that I could re-tell any of the MANY, MANY stories I experienced. Some of the memories are: coming in late for Arnie Sutter's Government class and having to sing. The first day of government, after walking in late, buzzed and having to sing, Dina and I discovered all the boards filled with notes. I was sitting about three rows behind Dina and "quietly" asked her for a pen. Now Dina being the dilligent student that she was, reached into her purse without looking, promptly pulled out a tampon and threw it to me without missing a beat of taking notes. Mr. Sutter and several classmates witnessed the act, and Arnie just shook his head and asked if Dina and I were going to cause this much trouble all year.
My kids can't believe that we had a "Smoking Lounge" and that somedays it would close due to someone getting busted for smoking dope. My how high school has changed in 30 years.
I remember the last day of school senior year driving in the pouring rain and trying to disrupt the incoming buses. Dina stealing Mr. Sears' windshield wipers and walking around school with them.
Pep rallies Senior year when we had no cheerleaders so Cathy Siegel created bright yellow poodle skirts which Cathy, Dina and Tom Griffiths each wore and led the class in cheers.
Parking lot parties, Blongs Road, chinos, Levis straight-legged cords in every color, clogs, Izod and rugby shirts, interchangeable purse covers, anything and everything preppy, getting drunk before school and at times before softball games, some great teachers, some crappy teachers, lots and lots of great friends, "The Roach", the cafeteria's chocolate chip cookies that I swear were partially raw (probably why they tasted so good).
Steve Imhoff's pranks in our lockers before basketball games/practices. He was insistent that we arrive to practice on time. If we were late, we ran. One day during school, he got into all our lockers and switched all our practice clothes. Here we were in the locker room trying to get changed for practice only to discover that all our clothes had been switched. Well the t-shirts and shorts were flying across that room but I think we all managed to make it to practice on time. Steve just cracked himself up. He also filled tube socks with paper and wrote "Beat Those Mothers" on the socks and placed one in each of our lockers before we played Mother of Mercy. He is one teacher I'll remember fondly for life. He truly cared about his students and athletes.
That's about all my tired brain cells can remember right now. Perhaps more later.
