{"id":3696,"date":"2005-10-05T11:50:48","date_gmt":"2005-10-05T15:50:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3696"},"modified":"2024-10-27T18:43:23","modified_gmt":"2024-10-27T22:43:23","slug":"yearbook-cimments","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3696","title":{"rendered":"Yearbook cimments"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bill Simmons’ column on high school yearbooks<\/a> made me laugh out loud from start to finish.<\/p>\n

I have been kicking myself about my high school yearbook quote for years. Here’s what I actually chose:<\/p>\n

And these children that you spit on
\nAs they try to change their worlds
\nAre immune to your consultations
\nThey’re quite aware of what they’re going through
\n— David Bowie<\/p>\n

Translation: I’m an enormous dork.<\/p>\n

And it wasn’t just me; almost everyone screws up their high school yearbook quote. It’s like a rite of passage. My buddy Jim and I were on the phone this week sifting through our yearbook … it was like a 100-page car crash. Why in God’s name did everyone take it so seriously? Quote after agonized quote from The Police, Rush, Styx, Led Zep, Pink Floyd, Boston, Journey … you would have thought we were these anguished, miserable, disaffected kids. Please. We were going to prep school!<\/p>\n

Maybe the only positive? Looking back, yearbooks are loaded with about as much unintentional comedy as you can pack in a hardcover book. The haircuts. The fashion styles. The quote choices. The dedications. You can’t even believe what’s happening as you’re reading along. For instance, my old friend Adam used a Bananarama quote in our yearbook. Bananarama! You think that doesn’t haunt him every day? <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

hahahaha “You can’t even believe what’s happening as you’re reading along.” But definitely read the whole thing. It’s hysterical.<\/p>\n

I remember my yearbook quote, and it was appropriately wistful, as befitting a lovelorn 17 year old wise beyond her years. Uhm – NOT!! Anyway, it was Oscar Wilde:<\/p>\n

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”<\/p>\n

Ahhhh. That’s so deep. I was so DEEP!!<\/p>\n

But at least I chose a classic author, a guy who’ll be around forever, as opposed to a quote from, say, a Loverboy song.<\/p>\n

You wanna be in the show?
\nCome on baby, let’s GO.
\n— Loverboy<\/p>\n

The suggested quotes Bill Simmons has compiled are just too funny for words – I had a blast reading through them all.<\/p>\n

After my rapturous <\/a>high school reunion <\/a>this summer, I wrote a big post about flipping through my yearbook. I think we all did that following the reunion.<\/p>\n

Here’s the post about our yearbook, and the unfortunate typos therein:<\/p>\n

Last night, 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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<\/p>\n

In the yearbook is literally one of the funniest photos ever taken of me<\/a>. That 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 maniacally insane.<\/p>\n

Two HILARIOUS typos in the senior blurbs – typos that are now infamous in my group of friends:<\/p>\n

— 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.<\/p>\n

— 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?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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