The nostalgia continues …
Last night, after having a long conversation with my carny friend Mitchell, I sat at my desk, and looked through my high school yearbook. I looked at EVERY PAGE. I scrutinized EVERY SIGNATURE. I read all of our little blurbs, wondering what the hell some of the references were.
Pictures of the Homecoming dance … which I didn’t go to. But the dresses! The ruffly frilly dresses of the day. The guys in tuxes. Do high school boys even wear tuxes anymore? Really cute picture of Crissy J. when she was voted Homecoming Queen.
There are so many pictures of my friend Betsy scattered through the entire yearbook that she must have paid off the Yearbook editor or something. hahaha
In the yearbook is literally one of the funniest photos ever taken of me, EVER. This is from my moment of cheerleading glory … words can’t describe it … Whoever caught that moment on film should be given an award. My face in the photo looks absolutely manically insane. I’ll post it sometime. hahahahaha
Two HILARIOUS typos in the senior blurbs – typos that are now infamous in my group of friends:
— In Betsy’s case, under “Favorite Quote” she had written: “I want to go wild like a blister in the sun.” The Violent Femmes were very big in my school. Sadly, when the yearbook came out, the quote read: “I want to go wild like a BUSTER in the sun”. Doesn’t have quite the same ring.
— In Beth’s case: this takes a bit of set-up. We were in drama class together. One of the things that drove us crazy about our class was that after we would work on a scene, or do a monologue, or whatever – the teacher would invariably look around the room, and say, “Comments?” SHE ALWAYS did that. It drove us nuts. Like: YOURE. THE. TEACHER. What do YOU have to say? No. She always turned it over to the class, with that one word: “Comments?” Ohhh, it went up our asses!! So Beth, in her senior blurb, wrote under “Pet Peeve”: “Comments.” We thought to ourselves gleefully and maliciously, “Maybe our teacher will see that and realize how much it drove us crazy! hahahaha Revenge!!!!” Sadly, when the yearbook finally came out, Beth’s pet peeve had magically turned into “Cimments” – which makes no sense and completely ruined our chances for revenge. Now, though: the word “Cimments” has basically been added to our collective vocabulary. A group email will go around from one of us, explaining: “Okay, so I’m at a crossroads in my life – and I need some advice … here’s the situation …blah blah blah blah …” Story is told in detail. And then at the end comes the inevitable question to the group: “Cimments?”
I also pored through my yearbook on Saturday. For HOURSSSSSSS… I think it is the kind of thing with that amount of glee 20 years later. I mean, it was just too, too RAW in 1985. But now it is just so damn sweet. PS Check out Susie L’s face when she is dancing with Chris W. at the Prom, I believe. She was the eptiome of Blissful. OF course, I was pining for Marc W, or Bruce A, or anyone of another boys who had no clue….
I love the picture of Peter P. smiling down at Crissy, with the Homecoming Queen crown on her head. His face looks so sweet.
I had forgotten Susie dated Chris W. But it all came rushing back when I looked at the yearbook …
also – you can tell in that picture from Homecoming that Susie L. is wearing that blue liquid eye liner she always used to wear. Member that??? It always looked so perfect, in my jealous eyes. I could never deal with liquid eye liner.
By “cheerleading glory,” do you mean “I was an actual cheerleader” or “I’m making a joke or analogy that Jess doesn’t get” because I saw that and was all like, wha?
we weren’t your average cheerleaders…
we were cheerleaders with a dark and goofy edge.
Yes, Jess, I was a cheerleader – but an alternative one – which all will become clear later. I am planning a huge post on it … including the infamous photo. Which has me leaping through the air in googly-eyed glee.
Yes, the navy blue eyeliner. Very, very cool. I also forgot that she and Chris W. went out in High School. All I know is that some people had 100 boyfriends, with 100 more waiting in the wings. And some people liked to dance until they were sweaty and press their Irish faces up against tile walls. Life is not fair. hee hee
hahahahahahahahahahaha
While wearing togas. With our big swoopy glasses.
so why didn’t you go to the Homecoming Dance?? just nosy… :)
timmac:
Nobody asked me to go. It was kind of a mini-prom. I didn’t go to my junior prom either. Actually, I don’t think I ever went to a Homecoming Dance.
A clue to why may be in Beth’s comment above at 2:21.
I wish I could remember some of our “cheers”
They were so funny!
I know one of your cheers went “Twin Towers/Twin Powers” That’s all I remember. And, SOME people find sweaty- faced- cheek -pressing -upon- the- tiles-wearing-swoopy-glasses-and-Tuan-D.-hair- sexy. I STILL believe that!!
Tuan D!!!! I am LAUGHING OUT LOUD
How ’bout this one?
(sung to the military call and response tune):
We are the Rebels and we’re here to cheer
(We are the Rebels and we’re here to cheer)
We love the Rebels and we hold them dear
(We love the Rebels and we hold them dear) …
uhm … can’t remember any more.
Beth- of course you would remember that!
YES! its all coming back to me now….
mere – member that one night when we ran out of cheers … and Betsy, to fill in the time, raced onto the court and did a random somersault? By herself?
hahahahaha
I know I have pictures of you guys, Sheila and Mere, in your “uniforms”, cheering in the gym…I’ll have to dig those out…
HAHAHA yes- I remember that!
we were unique.
“We have a friend on the other team,
She’s number twenty and she’s mean,
We have written her a cheer,
Just to let her know we’re here…”
and then we all fell on the floor laughing
I believe my random cheer was that I ran out on to the floor, alone – screamed at the crowd – and ran off with my hands behind my back in the classic “cheer run” manner.
We had our own version of a pyramid – actually, I think we had two – the straight across the floor and the one with our arms making the shape.
I’ll keep thinking…
Wow Bets- thats impressive..hahahahahaha!
i just peed my pants.