This year is the 175th anniversary of the school district I attended in Chicago. My Sister was looking for class pics and any memorabilia to use in the celebration. I knew I had my 8th grade yearbook from our middle school. When I pulled it out I was reminded of a blog post from last year when I found my old diary. I sat and laughed when I read the diary and felt like I was having a talk with my young self. This was just as much fun, but with pictures. Where is that dorky kid? Oh yeah, she's now a dorky 57yr. old.
Class of 1967...Oh my. When I looked at my lovely, dorky self at 13 all the bad memories of why my hair looked so bad came back. I had long hair most of my young life. Don't ask me why I thought it should be short. On a whim I had it cut. I hated it. Unfortunately it hadn't grown out by the time our class pictures were taken...Fortunately, it doesn't look as bad as the girl next to me... Unfortunately, it looks very similar to my hair today...
Ahhh, the volleyball team! I loved, and still do like, volleyball, and it was fun to be on the team. Besides, my best friend was on the team too...here we are, middle row, me...second from the left...her...first. Fun times...sure wish I could move as quick as I could then!
Did you have a favorite teacher growing up? I was on the newspaper staff. I wrote a column every week. My blogging beginnings! Mr. Reno was my favorite teacher. He was funny and nice, and cute and he believed I could write. My Sister did not like him but she'll have to explain that herself. When I saw his picture I had to look twice...he looks just like Dr. Frazee, an anesthesiologist at our hospital who also is funny,nice and cute and one of my fav Docs! Now that is a twilight zone moment! By the way, it's the dark haired man on the end, not the blond guy at the left of the pic.
Finally, in the middle of the yearbook there was the "class prophecy" page. I don't know who wrote them, but it made me laugh until I spotted the named "Calvin Bunge". I remember Calvin as the kid who was always in trouble, always struggling in school. A teacher's nightmare. I wonder if Calvin had been born in this day and age if medication would have been prescribed to help him focus? Would an IEP be put in place so special programs would be implemented to help him succeed? The word "genius" was placed by his name as a joke I'm sure. All I do know is he lived in my neighborhood, struggled through school and life and after high school he died when his van went over a bridge. Not so funny now. As I continued to read the predictions I'm pretty confident that Danette didn't go to jail, and Ken was not a go-go dancer. However, I actually turned out as expected and predicted. You'll have to guess what that was. I can sit back and be thankful that even at 13 it was my fate.