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Moms View Message Board: General Discussion Archive: Archive July 2005: Who were you in high school?
With the post about high school reunions I thought it would be fun to describe who we were in high school. Were you a prep, a jock, a nerd? What clubs were you in? Do you keep in touch with friends from HS? Did you date? Have you changed from the person you were in high school---what's different now?
This should be a fun post!
I was also friendly with lots of different groups of people. I was very empathetic and friendly with people who didn't have any friends. Alot of people considered me their "best friend", though I didn't really have a best friend. I was athletic (LOL!), and in alot of honors classes. I studied alot and did well in school. I was also into theatre. In many ways, I just did my own thing and wasn't really phased by cliques and things like that. I don't really have any contact with anyone from high school. My close friends that I am still in touch with were from college. We're actually getting together over Labor Day Weekend for a reunion!
Very interesting topic! LOL!
Like Melanie, I had friends from a lot of different groups but never really felt like I belonged anywhere. I was never close with anyone in high school that I went to school with, my close friends were met through other friends with one exception, I became very good friends with a girl I went to high school with when I was a senior and we still keep in touch.
I was in a very small school (16 in my graduating class). So I was kind of everything..LOL. I was voted most likely to succeed and should have been ms athletic, but politics won out (i had the most "letters" but a minority got the spot instead).
I was definitely in the popular crowd. I was in student government, cheerleader, choir, dance, drama and soccer. I was in all AP classes and graduated with honors but I hid my intellectual side pretty well. I had a group of three really good friends all four years but when I got married and had a baby at 20, we drifted apart. Our lives were just too different. I was lucky that I wasn't ever pressured to party and most of my group knew that I went to church and that partying wasn't my scene. I loved high school and spent the five years after graduation wishing I could go back!
I was a clinically depressed Hippy/Debutant.......In the Drama Club and Captain of the Equestrian Team   Remember? Remember; the lonely station in the rain, the love so bitter sweet a heart so full of pain. The station even more lonely now is waiting silently for the keeping of a vow. Come back. Come back. Fill these arms forever waiting. Save this worried heart a tear. Please come back so never more I'll fear. Fill this silent station with emotion when the rains come pouring down. How we loved to watch those little oceans made by raindrops falling on the ground! B. V. Dahlen © MUSIC MAN The stage is empty. The curtain closed. The scenery all is gone. The happy echoes died away, but in our hearts live on. The costumes hang in dusty folds, the makeup cleared away. The roses from our closing night dead, in some scrap book lay. But here within our memories the play will never end. The songs that we so fondly sung come drifting back like friends. Joe's in his mustache and gray suit and Dennie has his smile. Janice's holding roses and crying all the while. Not Sue, nor Chris, nor Maryanne, George, Alex, Mike nor Don, Not Bill nor all the girls on props, They're all not really gone. They're in the wild Shapoopi scene when Davey ripped his pants. They're all still singing "Lila Rose" and at the Del Sarte Dance. They say the password on the steps. They're singing "Auld Lang Sine". They're sipping Cokes between the scenes. These memories are mine; The songs we sang, the lines we learned, the final curtain call. We, the cast and crew were sad to see that curtain fall. Goodbye to scripts and dance steps, and to Father Nolen so grand. But most of all like a friend so dear, Goodbye to Music Man. B. V. Dahlen © BUDDIES Your suede shod feet and laughing eyes, The dark brown of your hair, An open jacket infectious grin, I see you standing there. To the Hut or The Fret or The Guilded Cage, With me always walking beside Talking of places we'd like to go Or cycles we'd like to ride, Reading the tea leaves in your cup, Walking in the rain, Hearing a haunting blues song And humming the refrain. Sometime you'd start to talk of her and I would want to hide. I'd try to change the subject soon While trembling inside. I long for you to look at me. I ache to touch your face, To feel your arms around me As we share an embrace. Just who am I to say such things. I really have no right. You only want me for a friend, So I'll just play it light. And so, if I must be a pal, I guess that's what I'll be, Although just being near to you Does curious things to me. I'll be your friend, and I'll pretend That's all you are to me. Maybe someday I'll find out That's what was meant to be. B. V. Dahlen © THE INTROVERT I walk the putrid city streets Alone, while the passing throng stares, Because my clothes don't conform. Let them stare. I'm me, not them. Although I wear my hair long, And natural and sometimes have holes in my jeans I'm an oddity. Do I care? I'm glad I'm me, not them. So the suede of my jacket is worn, For warmth I could do better. It suits my moods. It's comfortable, And then again, It's me. They can stare if they want. Who are they to judge? At least I'm free. I don't bother to protest in Their silly pettish battles. My world doesn't deal in hate. I get along with me just fine. I decorate my rooms with blankets. Their colors keep me company, And in the winter they keep me warm. B. V. Dahlen © THE REBEL Tonight again I change. Donning the mask of sophistication I stroll those same filthy streets Now clothed in pseudo-cleanliness. I gaze with different eyes on the faces in kaleidoscopic numbers. Their expressions flatter my ego. Is this the multitude That scornfully mocked me with their stares When my clothes scorned their conformities? Tonight we are one I, and those nameless masses. Tomorrow, I'll rebel again. B. V. Dahlen © SCENES I rode the "El" tonight and from my height looked down through the lacework of steel on humanity below. Through a parted curtain I caught a glimpse of a family meal, prepared and waiting. In a grass splattered schoolyard a jump shot made the basket. A dog shivered beside a woman in mink. On the glass of my portal My mind project another place. A beach, saw grass and sand, a surf board battered and cherished, a boy in faded cut-offs and tee shirt smiling and squinting into the lens of my dream. And while I ride the "El", back and forth those endless miles to nowhere, He's on that beach waiting, so far away. B. V. Dahlen © THE HUT SATURDAY NIGHT A small room Fishnet gathers cobwebs to the ceiling. Sound vibrates against ear drums And rattles the coffee cups standing empty. Hands beat the rhythm on knees and table tops. One bright light cuts the void of darkness, and illuminates one drum, three guitars and towering amplifiers. Sweating faces scream their souls into microphones. I am there. I feel the rhythm while my pulse pounds with the drum. I listen and sway and know now why I've come. B. V. Dahlen © NO MAP Your meanings are always hidden from me. With veiled expressions, you speak A language my mind can never comprehend And tongue can not repeat. So my understanding Never reaches the goals That you have set for me. I follow, Trying to fit my steps Into the footprints You have left Along the path. They are blurred, And sometimes Disappear completely. Like a child In a winding fun-house corridor, I grope with hands outstretched, Hoping that you will reach for me And lead the way, But you are lengths ahead And so in the darkness, I stumble unaided. B. V. Dahlen © PANDORA'S BOX What is this I see in you? Could it be the self I've hidden for so long? Why do you torture me, Seeking things I wish to bury In the crypt of my secret soul? There is no joy there, No self respect, Only broken dreams And disillusionment. Please don't crack the healing crust. B. V. Dahlen © THE LIE When I was younger I'd close my eyes And pretend That I was a princess In a fairy tale, Or the heroine Of a thousand novels The year have passed Now, with open eyes I still pretend. I'm a beatnik A hippy A mod, A folk singer In fringed vest And cowboy boots, A debutante, A biker's moll. The dreams became too real. Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. And now, I know not who I am. B. V. Dahlen © SENSES Were I blind, I would not see The hurt I caused in someone's eyes. Were I deaf, I'd never hear The wails of hungry masses. Were I to lose my sense of touch I'd never feel the pain Of rags that chafe against my skin. And had I not a way to smell, The rot of mankind's waste would not offend me. But I am whole And I am here. Life at times overwhelms me With hurt and hunger Pain and waste. I must live amidst it all. B. V. Dahlen © GONE Tuesday's child Sits in the Hut And cries for times That are no more And names That throw Grotesque shadows Across her memory. She sits and searches Within the dimensions Of her mind For a key To the timeless riddle "Where did it go My yesterday?" B. V. Dahlen © LOST AGAIN New sunlight on the inner wall Menus bearing inspirations Smeared lipstick scribbled poetry Heat waves, Cracked reflections, Carved table tops Fish nets Love, Free? Oh Lord I'm here again. Where can Soggy Bottoms be? B. V. Dahlen © NONCONFORMITY Is it worth it all, Rejection, Poor service, Hostile glances? All in all the price we pay For being what we are, Unconformed, Amidst mass conformity. Should we submit, And be overwhelmed By numbers, Teeming multitudes, One with humanity's shame, Uniformity. B. V. Dahlen © WASTED It was our night to freak out, Sing the Mickey Mouse Song, Harmonize to honky tonk. The Hut was wild and full and moving, And everyone kept Blowing their cool. The Truck Stop was there. "Great hair, Man". The Flowers of Evil Sat and played chess At a side table. We improvised with Zappa, And then went home To crash or sleep it off. B. V. Dahlen © MIRROR TEARS I saw my mood Reflected in a teardrop, Rainbow of gloom And darkfelt sorrow. There, the prism Of my unhappiness. After it was brushed away I felt no better. Why? B. V. Dahlen © NIGHT WATCH Through the doorway I saw you Relaxed in childlike slumber, Your head cradled in your arms. You dozed while I, With aching wakefulness, Sat, and watched The rise and fall Of you silent breathing. Oh, how I longed To hold your face close to mine, To kiss those sleeping eyes. Then a smile lit your features, And I knew the dream Was not of me, So I turned to the wall And wept. B. V. Dahlen © ANOTHER GOODBYE The porch lies in shadows while headlights flicker through the blinds. My arm hold you closer, as if to bind you here forever. My eyes are empty. No tears will ease my pain. I feel so helpless, standing here in your arms knowing in a second you'll be gone. My lips are aching for one more kiss, one more assurance that you'll return. Oh, why is it always goodbye? B. V. Dahlen ©
I got along with everyone, but only had about 3 best friends. I wasted my whole high school year with a boy that totally misstreated me, so I isolated myself pretty much from everyone. Now, 14 yrs later. I am still best friends with one of the girls and we talk everyday. I have not had contact with anyone else since. And as childish as it may seem, I still run the other way when I see this guy now. I am a much happier person now at 32 yrs old than I have ever been.
I was average. Nothing special. I got along with most people. Didn't have many problems at all. Really quite boring.
I was in the popular crowd...cheerleader, homecoming queen, prom court, student council, honor society...all that gushy stuff. We had a huge group of friends (the whole class was about 112)and we did literally everything together from jr. high on. I don't keep in touch much with them, but it's always nice when I do see someone. They all still party way more than I'm interested in. I didn't date much, always had lots of guy friends in our group, and everyone just sort of did everything together so I never felt weird about it. I fell in love at the end of my junior year and married him 6 years later!
I was a band geek! They were the people I felt the most comfortable with. Also was in German club. I definitely wasn't a jock. I was busy with high level math and science classes, but I think my kid gets better grades than I did! LOL!
I always called myself a nobody lol not really a bad thing i wasn't preppy or a jock (that's for sure lol) i was very shy and pretty much only talked to a few people you sure wouldn't know it now though = ) ...
I was the class "smarty". Wow, how times have changed
Definitely a jock, popular just because I didn't prejudge people and I was a little over-confident/sarcastic, and surprisingly enough, it was actually "cool" to be smart. I went to a preppy type school and loved every minute of it! Our graduating class was 267.
I was friends with a bunch of people but had 5 really good friends. Most of us are still friends and have been since elementary school.
I dont think I really have changed much but I think that anyone I knew then knew I had 4 kids and was a sahm they would be shocked. I guess the title is so much different than the reality. Being a sahm kind of implies cookie baking, soccer mom, which I am not. I was very much into drama, we called ourselves drama fa** since we were thespians. Honestly I probably was one of only a very small minority that was straight. I was in 6 plays in my senior year. I dressed kind of like cindi lauper just less wild. I didnt date much, mostly cause I had better things to do
I was a "smarty" too. I always made really good grades and was on the Scholars Bowl team and stuff like that. I was always on the newspaper staff and was editor my senior year. I was also senior class secretary, French club, honor society, etc. Not athletic at all!! LOL In 9th grade I was pretty shy. I've always had a healthy self-esteem, but no self-confidence, esp. where boys were concerned. I sort of came into my own in 10th grade and had lots of really close senior guy friends which helped my self confidence a lot. I was on the fringe of the popular group. Not the most popular, but definitely with them. For example, in the yearbook "Who's Who" (Most Athletic, Most Popular, etc.) I received a lot of votes for "Most Likely to Succeed" and "Wittiest," but didn't make the cut on either. I had gone to school with all of these guys since first grade and it seems like we were all type-cast by fourth grade. It was impossible to break out of that mold. I definitely hung out with a typical group of friends, but I do think I was friendly to everyone and not too bound by my clique.
AHHH, high school. I went to a fairly large high school on the south side of Chicago. I had an eclectic group of friends and I was pertty much on my own as far as what group I was in. I think I kinda made my own group. I did the punk think, mohawk, dyed hair, white face balck makeup/nail polish (back then I had to go in the city to a costume shop to find it) ripped clothes (made many of them myself) the music, nose piercing. I had to remove that as it was considered "gang related" No one else had one! No one else was "hard core" punk, but there were some new wavy types. I hung out downtown and got to see a lot of awesome bands play. I was in honors classes that were not weighted (grrr), photographer for the yearbook for several years , writer for the newspaper for several years, sometimes did math competitions, spent many hours in Theatre (am a Thespian, yay drama fags!!!) and I wrote tons of poetry like Bea and also painted and created a lot of art (something I miss tremendously). I was also in a special writing group and won many awards (that I accepted in white face and black makeup and ripped clothes, LOLOL). I tried whatever I thought would be interesting, even track. There were gang-bangers in my school and many different ethnicities. White, black, mexican, Italian, Chinese, East Indian....white was a minority actually. It was a tough place to be BUT I learned how to get along with and appreciate many different peoples. I think that is THE BEST exoerience from high school that I came away with. I had a friend from this group and that group, of different ethnicities, some jocks, some preps, some stoners, whoever I clicked with. I did have one or two special friends that I could tell anything to and them me. H S was hard for me because there were lines and boundaries that I didn't get and still don't get. I don't do lines and boundaries v ery well. I did date and they were really nice guys, one of them my first love (had a promise ring). I had a lot of guys want to have sex with me because they thought I would be wild in bed (the punk thing) and I think that is hilarious because I was a virgin and no one knew it! Good trick I taught my kids to avoid peer pressure..... I had many many girls tell me that they wished they could be like me and be who they REALLY felt like they were. I said "then do it". But peer pressure is a wicked thing. I was overweight when H S started and then became anorexically thin but no one could tell under those black baggy clothes, LOL. I was just me and did my own thing. I think I am the same way now, still not understanding those lines and boundaries that people put on themselves and society. I think I could find something common to talk about with ANYONE, be it an old black man sitting at a bus stop or a rich white woman in a fancy store. A lot of the politics and cliques of H S are why I refused to go to my first reunion and my second is coming up next year. I will probably never go. Most of my friends in H S were guys and I am "not allowed" to keep in touch with them because their wives do not think it is right. Which is funny, because I have a heightened sense of right and wrong and our obligations to both! I would never be inappropriate with any married man. I never cheated on any of my boyfriends (or H) and if my GF liked a guy that I did too I would back off and let her have first go.
I was a hippy, class clown, theater geek. Had lots of friends, not really in one group, 3 really close friends. I didn't get into all the high school angst, just had fun. Dated lots.
Kim, our old cheer:
I am a Air Force Brat. I grew up all over the United States. Attended 21 schools before I graduated.. I graduated in a class of over 528 students, at the age of 17, while 5 months pregnant, with a GPA of 3.9.
LoL Bobbie ! The feathered back hair , Levi`s and flannel shirts , dark eye liner brought back high school memories.
I graduated Salutatorian in a class of 77 students in 1977 (catchy, huh?). My senior year I was captain of the dance team that I was a part of for 4 years, was an officer in the choir group, but also had been a cheerleader and involved in Student Council.
I was in the Top Ten until Christmas of my senior year when a new guy moved in and booted me to #11. Editor of our hs yearbook. Not a total geek but not cool either. Got along with most people. Had a few really close friends one of which I am still close with. We were roomies in college, maid of honor in each others weddings, etc. Didn't date much in hs. I would like to see what the guy looks like that I liked the most in hs. But just curious. Got the best dh. The changes have been full circle. I was a goody two shoes in hs. Went thru a rather wild stage during college and back to being a goody two shoes again. But I wouldn't say I'm the same as I was then. Not as innocent.
I had lots of friends, I was nice to just about anybody. I certainly wasn't a stuck up snob towards anyone. Even though I had a lot of friends, I had one best friend that I did everything with. I also dated the same guy for almost 3 years of high school (nothing but a jerk) and I really wish I hadn't wasted my time with him. I was in the FBLA and Key Club. Nothing too interesting, I probably should have done more fun things in high school - but I just never cared for high school too much and I didn't really care to attend my 10th reunion either.
I was friends with many different types of people and I didn't treat anyone bad(I don't think).I wasn't in the popular group but, I also wasn't a geek. I was very shy in school and that has changed. I had one very close friend and we were inseperable for almost 10 years. Long story there.
I went to a small school. (67 in my graduating class.) I was a smarty.(Pres. of Nat'l Honor Society) I was nice, and everyone liked me, but you can't really say I was popular because I wasn't allowed to go to parties or dances, etc. I grew up with a very strict family, (and my mom had mental illness) and it greatly impacted my social life! Most of my friends and social activities were through my church, and I had a lot of friends there. High School was a sometimes painful time for me, but I like who I am today, and if that helped shape me, well then, that's cool.
Bea, I just read all of your poems and just wanted to say that you are an amazing poet. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Yes Bea, that was very insightful!
I was I guess what they called a stoner (but never did drugs) I had the long hair usually muti colored, wore alot of black, black eye liner all that good stuff listned to heavy metal. I did fairly good in school. I had one best friend but she didn't go to the same school I did. I had a few friend at the school but only hanged out at school. I didn't graduate I got my G.E.D and went into college.
Wow..a really amazing and interesting thread. Isn't it interesting that we all have such vivid memories of hs? I had a lot of good friends (keep in touch with 4 or 5 including one very good friend) belonged to a lot of different stuff...school newspaper, student council, National Thespians, etc. I didn't date much but had dates for all three formal dances. I had a great time in high school but I wish I had more confidence in myself then. In college, like a lot of you, I really blossomed and came into my own but have very fond memories of both times.
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