Friday, July 06, 2007

Steal This Meme!

I have stolen this meme with the permission of Slouching Mom, who is the last person I can imagine "slouching". Taking a meme with permission is a variation, but still under the umbrella of the "Steal This Meme" game, during which I scour blogs all over the Internet, looking for one I can flagrantly snarf. No meme is safe!

Anyway, on with the meme.

This one is about high school. Yeek! Not what I would call my wonder years but there are some things worth remembering.

Now for the questions:

1) Who was your best friend?

Her name is Frankie... assuming she has not changed it to the more adult "Frances" by now. I liked her very much because she was, like me, an outcast by choice. She was overweight, not all that pretty and smart! Oh, that girl was so smart! And witty. She had a dark sarcastic remark for everyone and everything. She was the Queen of Adolescent Angst. Time with Frankie was destined to be time full of laughter.

She wrote a lot. Journals, articles, just-because writing. It was always rather mysterious and dark, probing into the depths of the occult, the culture, the waythingsare and her perspectives were always a bit ahead of her time.

Geez, she was a punk before her time. That's really it. If the punk movement had been in our time, Frankie would have been perfect for it.


2. What sports did you play?



3. What kind of car did you drive?

When I was 16, my parents bought me a Toyota Corolla. It was torquoise-ish. It really was a cute little car, but not quite up to the status many of the other students drove. But I didn't care. It was mine and I finally had blessed mobility, a way out of the gilded ghetto and if my parents had known some of the places I took that car (um... Imperial Highway?), they would have murdered me ~ and probably gotten away with it.


4. On Friday night, where were you?

I was either with Frankie or my boyfriend, Ted. Ted was 22 years old. He would have gone to jail today for being with someone so young but I will report that he was a perfect gentleman all the time. Well, there was the beer ... but that's another issue. We used to go to drive-in movies on Friday night and get completely ripped on beer.

One weekend, Ted was invited over for a welcome-home party my parents threw for my cousin who came back from Viet Nam and decided to settle in California. Ted and I both got so drunk that we threw up in the rose bushes.

That was life with him. Like me, he was a budding alcoholic. :)


5. Were you a party animal?

No way. I was just as much a social phobic then as I am today.


6. Were you a flirt?

Absolutely not. I wouldn't have known how to flirt if someone had begged me. Seriously. Not one of my skills. Flirting made me very uncomfortable.


7. Were you in band, orchestra or choir?

No. 'Fraid not. I had just as much of an aversion to organized activities in high school as I do today. I didn't want anyone telling me where I had to be at any certain time.


8. Were you a nerd?

Absolutely. All the way. I was always studying, reading, writing and pursuing other such nerdly activities.

I did start an underground newspaper at the school. Well, Frankie and I did. Once the school administration discovered it, that came to a screeching and howling end.


9. Did you get suspended/expelled?

Yes. And to many of the younger people who read here, this will sound very funny.

Jan, Frankie, another Jan and I were all suspended for.....

..... wearing pants to school.

Back in those days, girls were not allowed to wear pants to school. It must have been 1968. I believe that was the year and we mounted quite a protest about not being able to wear pants. Finally, we just did it.

We got sent home and suspended. Gee, such punishment, you know, having to lay around by the pool and read books for a week. I suffered horribly!


10. Can you sing the fight song?

Oh, crikey! No! I'd rather swallow broken glass!


11. Who was your favorite teacher?

Her name was Ms. Anderson. Yes, I do know her first name but if she's retired somewhere, I'd rather she not find this in a Google search. Her name was unusual.

She taught classes such as Psychology, Journalism and the like. I thought she was the smartest person I'd ever met. She also had a great appearance, the high-level hippie, bohemian look. Seriously, she was a smart woman. If I had to make a wild guess, I think she was probably gay.


12. The school mascot?

Normans. Why do I remember that? That's probably more a sign of pathology than any other of my weird neurotic quirks.


13. If you could go back, would you?

Absolutely not. Never. I didn't consider it a very good time in my life for a variety of reasons. It's not that the school was inherently bad. We never had Columbine-style shootings or any kind of physical danger. I just don't like dealing with large groups that way and having to fit in. I also, not surprisingly, don't care much for authority that is meant to control rather than teach.


14. What do you remember about graduation?

Nothing. I wasn't there. Actually, I graduated two months early with special permission. I'd fulfilled my academic requirements and I got my mother to lie for me, saying we were going on an early vacation.


15. Where were you on senior skip day?

Hanging out by the pool with Frankie and Jan.


16. Did you have a job your senior year?

Yes. I did. I worked at a theater concession stand in the city where I lived. (Deezee, you probably know where. :) It was a fun job and I saw all the latest movies free.


17. Where did you most often go for lunch?

Believe it or not, the cafeteria. It was quite good food and it was reasonably priced.


18. Have you gained weight since then?

Um. Yes. When I was in high school, I was 5'3" and 96 pounds. Being perfectly blunt about it, there are two of me now.


19. What did you do after high school?

The first summer... nothing but travel. It was a traditional graduation gift. Then I got a job and went to college.


20. When did you graduate?



21. Who was your senior prom date?

Didn't go. If I had, I would have gone with Ted.


22. Are you going/did you go to your 10-year reunion?

No. No interest. I'm sure they all went on to live glorious lives and the greatest concern in their lives is whether or not someone will try to invade their neighborhood with a Starbucks... but I'm truly not interested in them.


23. Who was your homeroom teacher?

I don't recall. Homeroom was the equivalent of Siberia for teachers so it was probably whoever had gotten him- or herself into political hot water that week.


24. Who will repost this after you?

Anyone who chooses. There is not a single person whose answers would not be of interest.

So, please.... steal this meme!




QT said...

This made me laugh, as I tried to answer for myself prior to reading your answers.

And they were almost all the same. Not a fun time of my life, and very awkward. You couldn't pay me to go back.

Cecilieaux said...

I have found that I am one of the few in my graduating class (1968) who actually thought fondly of the school, if not of most of my classmates. This was overseas, in an all-boys school, so the dynamic was probably different. I most of all loved my history, literature and philosophy classes -- they set me going in directions I am still exploring.

Thank you, also, for your very kind public acknowledgment.

meno said...

I remember the year that the pants rule changed. 1970.
We lived in Virginia before that and we had to wear dresses all year, even when it was snowing and ten degrees out. We all wore pants to wait for the bus, and since we weren't even allowed to wear pants on the BUS we had to strip our pants off while standing on one leg. Asinine it was. I would have been happy to be suspended with you.

jen said...

this is terrific! what topics did your underground newpaper cover? do you have any old editions? i'd love to hear more about that.

Julie Pippert said...

Wow, that's fascinating! An underground paper! Suspended for wearing pants! An older boyfriend! Chani, you know? In a way, this is really so you. I can actually envision you in high school. I'm so glad you did this meme! A different, place, time and space and yet...again, similarities.

KC said...

I love that you wore pants.

No high school reunions for me either. Zero interest.

slouching mom said...

I knew I'd enjoy reading your answers to this! I love that you got suspended for wearing pants.

PS I don't, in fact, slouch, it's true. But I am slouching towards 40, in the way of Yeats' "rough beast... slouch[ing] towards Bethlehem to be born."

God, am I a nerd.

Laurie said...

I was suspended for wearing pants too. And for wearing a mini skirt and then a midi skirt. Seems I had a little trouble following the dress code...

painted maypole said...

pants. I love it. You and Frankie sound like some cool girls to me.

Carla said...

Great fun. I have a meme over at my place that you don't even have to steal. I've tagged you if you feel like playing.

Anonymous said...

I dropped out when I was 15. That would have been a Bad Decision for most people, but for me it was absolutely the best thing I could have done.

I can't even think about my school days anymore. If it's not PTSD, it's pretty close to it.

thailandchani said...

QT, I seriously would never go back... at all. I made light of it here but it really wasn't a good experience.


C, a lot of the adolescent group dynamics probably didn't exist in a school like that. It probably made it a healthier environment for learning. Mix in all those teenage hormones with social pressure and you usually will end up with a mess, I'd imagine. :)


Meno, it makes no more sense to me now than it did then. In Los Angeles, we didn't have to deal with snow.. but pants are just more practical. 1970 sounds right... the year after I graduated.


Jen, I don't have any of the old ones. The newspaper covered events like the Viet Nam war and other social issues ~ and a lot of humor from Frankie aimed at school culture. The funniest thing she wrote was the classified ads at the back. Each one was very funny!


Julie, yeah... some things just don't change very much. I've always been a person who thinks for herself and makes my own rules ~ as long as it doesn't hurt someone else.

Really, when you think about it, how many people would just go over to another country and say, "I like this culture" and adopt it.

LOL at me


KC, I can't imagine anything less interesting than people I went to high school with.

Remember "Carrie"? LOL


SM, ahhh.. yes. I should have gotten the Yeats reference. I'm a nerd, too. :)


Laurie, yes, it seems most of us rebel at some level at being told what to wear for no logical reason. Again, just social control.


May, we managed somehow to get through it.


Thomas, this is an interesting comment. See my next post. :)




heartinsanfrancisco said...

Once a subversive, always... I would have enjoyed working on the underground paper with you.

I was expelled from boarding school for sneaking onto the next-door property, a huge estate, and swimming in one of the three pools in the middle of the night.

By then, my parents had figured out that I could underachieve for less money in public school and were probably relieved.

MsLittlePea said...

I enjoyed reading this! I'm trying to catch up since that last time I was here was forever ago. How odd that wearing pants was a one time school offense! You rebel!!

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