The day of my graduation from High School. We were the 100th class to graduate and the first time in 100 years it rained. No class before ours had ever had to graduate in the auditorium of a (rival) Junior High school. A few years later, our High School was closed and remaining students merged with the rival High School. Glad I was long gone by then. Imagine having to call your hated rival high school your own?
After all these years, I'm not bitter! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!
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i come from a one horse town, we had no rival schools but we had rival teams within the school, you even made friends within your own teams, at graduation the school was separated down the middle. they always tried to put family members in the same team but sometimes they could not, my brother and I were in separate teams and that divide still lives on today.
Ah-h-h, high school! The good old days. The bad old days. I was horse crazy back then, and still am horse crazy. OR possibly just plain crazy.
My current high school has turned into a school for juvenile delinquents. Not a great place to send your children for a good education. Too many behavioral problems. Too many Tipper and Al Gore problems. Too much of everything.
I enjoyed high school competitive sports. After our meets, I went to the barn to shovel horse pucky, and that's why I go to the barn today. It keeps me out of trouble most of the time, it's honest, it's healthy, and it cleans out my sinuses.
Adios to high school with all its warts, pimples, and graffiti. I love my life now. Happy trails to all and to all a good night...or something like that.
Ah I remember the day well too. I also remember that my mother had me wear an orange colored dress with a navy blue accented scarf draped around the neckline coordinated with navy blue pump heels. Underneath my gold graduation gown, I felt like a Union 76 logo. Also, when my name was called to walk on stage to get my diploma, some boys in the stands yelled “Great legs!” I was MORTIFIED! Soon, we would all stand to sing our alma mater song one last time before the hat toss.
As we filed out of the building, we were made to march in 2 lines with 1/2 of us facing one direction and the other 1/2 facing the other direction so that we would be facing each other as we passed by one other. That’s when the high five’s and/or other greetings & congratz amongst the Class of 72 took place. Beyond that, it was a scramble to find our families while dodging to get out of the rain before the drizzle became a downpour.
And well, you know the rest.... Some of us kept in touch and some of us didn’t but, just when you think good friends & schoolmates are but a distant, pleasant memory, some of us are fortunate to find each other again!
How cool is that???
Next thing I know, I’m following a blog and commenting.
Who knew? ;-)
You remember FAR TOO MUCH KK! I made my dress and Uncle George rushed to the stage to give me my very first bouquet of red roses. If I hadn't been sitting between Joaquin Dias and Steve Gonzales (they kept me laughing) I would have been bored to tears.
I don't remember you looking like Union 76 logo but it's a hilarious visual - you always were the best dressed in school, you co-head of the Pantherettes you!!!
Um, I don'think I was THE best dressed but I guess you could say my attire was trendy of the times. Think Jackie on That 70's Show. Not ditzy like her, only trendy like her. (Just want to clarify that, by the way =P)
Co-head whatchamacallit? Oh ya, no reminders please! My mother thought sure it was going to be my gateway to becoming an NFL Cheerleader.
Clearly she was delusional...
Anyway, this trip down S.C.High School graduation memory lane has been fun. Hope all the rest of you Cissy blog followers out there have been entertained. :-)
Yipes, your orange dress sounds similar to the orange jumpsuits they wear at Attica. If NY state taxpayers could come up with the money for navy blue scarves, we have some haute couture inmates cleaning up the debris along the expressway.
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