Don't ask me why I drug* out my high school yearbooks. It might have something to do with Facebook. *Yeah, I know it's not standard English.
While right now I'm too lazy to scan any pages and post images to teh internets, I somehow have enough time to type a gem or two from the signatures I got, spelling and grammatical errors intact.
From the 1984 yearbook. This was my freshman year, and some of you reading this might not have even been born yet. BWAH!
I'll make this short and sweet. Glad we could Be friends. hope we alwas will be. Rember Me Always. ☺Tracy M. [phone number]
Just got a picture of Heather in her bra. looks like she was playing with it.
I can only imagine which Heather it was, which doesn't guarantee that a photo of her in her bra would be a good thing.
The Police suck. Algebra was a real shit with BEV. Have a good summer. I won't see you next year because I'm moving. Have fun in Algebra II next year - cause I won't be there.
Doug S.
I'm sure Doug went on to make an impression in his new school. He was a loudmouth, a popular one, and I'm surprised he signed my yearbook.
Your freshmen year is almost over, your'e no longer the scum of the bucket. Enjoy your next three years in school because they fly. Don't forget [Spanish teacher] and her outfits she wore. She looked like a 50s hooker. Good luck in your Spanish career. Have a fun summer.
Dave McG. "84"
Whoa, a senior signed my yearbook! *gasp* OK, it's only because he sat next to me in Spanish (wait, why was a senior in my Spanish class? He wasn't the only one). You know, because otherwise I was the scum of the bucket! And yeah, our teacher wore some crazy outfits.
And one more:
It's true, I used to giggle in a way that might remind some of Woody Woodpecker, not that I had the melody down or anything. In 8th grade, Doug V. told me I "laugh like a rabbit," whatever that means. I no longer laugh like that. And I NEVER cheated on a Science test, at least not until Chemistry in 11th grade.
None of this is cringeworthy, and I can't find my teenage diaries (I think I may have burned them), but it is a slice of life. And right now it's all I've got for this place.
I have to consult my high school year books to see who's trying to friend me. I truly don't remember a lot of those people.
Posted by: Tiffany | January 15, 2009 at 23:12
I think I might have to take that "scum of the bucket" terminology and figure out a way to work it into a conversation with someone.
Posted by: newwavegurly | January 16, 2009 at 00:10
Hey...most of your comments were from boys! That is always a good thing at that age!
Posted by: Audra | January 16, 2009 at 00:24
Most comments I read in my annuals are cringe-worthy. Don't do anything I wouldn't do this summer. It was nice to have you in whatever class. Blah.
Posted by: Margaret | January 16, 2009 at 01:09
A few years ago I threw out my high school yearbooks. I can't tell you how liberating that is to do. I now just remember the people who meant/mean something to me and the others are exactly where they should be-- long gone.
Cold-hearted vixen, aren't I?
Posted by: Ally Bean | January 16, 2009 at 06:10
I love the Howard Jones reference. My room was a shrine to that man.
Posted by: Beth | January 16, 2009 at 09:16
I went to high school last century. It doesn't count anymore.
Posted by: The CEO | January 17, 2009 at 13:26
Ally Bean makes a good point about liberating oneself. I too will be throwing mine out. But, I will go back through them one last time to see what everyone wrote before they hit the trash.
Posted by: Teresa | January 17, 2009 at 14:10
Okay, Just for the record, I was very much born by 1984, m'kay? I am a CHILD of the SEVENTIES!
Was that defensive? I was trying not to be.
Posted by: Aly | January 17, 2009 at 18:51
I sometimes wish that there would have been things like yearbooks in French schools when I was growing up. I have, basically, no mementoes of my high school year. Well, once I had a very nice class photo (I forget what year), but I destroyed it in some fit of anger at some point in time. Thinking of which, even if I had had yearbooks, I might have destroyed them by now.
Posted by: Elisabeth | January 18, 2009 at 10:59
As for "blog mojo" advice, this just gave ME some -- for the summer, because all of my annuals, as a student AND a teacher, are at my parents' house...
So how's the book review going? LOL! My book copy hasn't moved from my nightstand to my hands...
Posted by: Betty C. | January 18, 2009 at 14:38
Maybe not cringeworthy, but hilarious :)
Posted by: poppy fields | January 19, 2009 at 03:53
I think my high school yearbook has more of the same. I think I'll have to have a look see.
Ooohhh.... I can feel a nostalgia blog post coming up. Shudder! Fun! This should be a meme or something.... Hmm...
Posted by: Mrs C | January 20, 2009 at 08:37