Bruce Mancinelli

I have so many memories of Paris` American High School and I can't possibly pulled one or two out that I would say are my best or most memorable moments. I remember we had some of the best looking girls in our school and I remember being fortunate enough to date and get serious with a few. There were many others I wish I could now include in my many memories. I remember traffic in the hallways, posters and rally signs on the walls and a great feeling of just being there. As I pick out a single memory or two I remember just a few things like kicking the winning penalty kick in Poitiers during a torrential down pour (I believe the ball weighed 20 pounds and the goalie slipped and fell as my shot just dribbled in). I remember decorating for a Hootenanny when we heard the news about the shooting of President Kennedy. I remember being one of the only (there were only two) boys on the all girl pep squad (that was pretty neat). What were all the others guys thinking? Obviously asleep at the wheel. I remember the Bois de Boulougne and things that happened there that remain some of my best memories and not likely to ever be shared on a public post. I remember the teen club and all of us drawn to the newest arrivals in the school to teach us the new dances like the Bristol Stomp and other now very forgettable dance steps. I remember shooting a picture of Mike Miller and Lori DeRose through a cheerleader megaphone and winning a free yearbook with the picture. I remember so many great things and frankly little to no "not so great" things. I think that's the way it is supposed to be with your high school memories. Finally, I remember that my time at PAHS was one of the best so far in my life. As I continue to fill my thousands of characters left in this text box I plan to live every last character to the end but the characters shared above will remain highlights of this Paris American High School alumni.