Thirteen Things About Me in High School Since the theme this week among one of my Blogger buddies is the high school experience, I decided to glom off of her idea, since I had none of my own. Visit Pam for more tales from her personal teenage wasteland, and wish her a safe journey south to attend her 20th high school reunion. 1. I never attended a dance. Even the Sadie Hawkins dance, where the girls were supposed to ask the boys, or the Senior Prom. Since I never had a girlfriend, the choice was pretty easy. 2. There is no picture of me in the Yearbook. I protested the idea, and subsequently wound up in the back of the book with the wasteoids and losers. I had offers of neckties and jackets on photo day, but stood my ground. I can't recall why, but it just wasn't something I wanted to do. 3. I graduated #104 out of 277. Debbie Powers, the girl next to me in home room, (who thought she was so much smarter than anyone else), finished #105 and wondered, "Who cam...
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I know your pain. i wish it wasn't so acute and you weren't hurting so bad right now. i don't know how to make it feel better.
Just know we understand and ache for you.
I hope this doesn't come across too esoteric; it's just that I 've had to learn my lessons too.
Maybe it would be a good idea to travel. If you've got the time AND the money AND the desire, do hop across the Atlantic and visit Europe.
It doesn't replace lamenting, I know. But it'll give you a lot of new impressions and enough to think about for the next few months... Should you be interested in Germany, too, you're more than welcome to be our guest!
junior: I'm hoping that the other door opens. There's another cat in my future, I suppose. Maybe sooner than later.
I'm left with only 3 vacation days for the remainder of the year. Sounds like an old Bob Newhart joke. When he was in the Army he decided to go to Hawaii on a 3-day pass.
Vielen Dank für die Einladung.