I just want to know: where was he when I was in high school?
I don’t like to boast, but my friends (well, my mom anyway) say that Karin and I look alike, or at least she used to say that. Karin’s dress is a Karin-designed and ever-accomodating-Mom-sewn original creation. Love the brown!
Despite the many promises that life after high school gets much better, I have to say that I enjoyed most of high school quite a bit. I had some of the best friends in the whole world. Specifically, without Tracey and Melinda, it would have been miserable. Who else would have read trashy (though wholesome, I promise, Mom) novels with me on Friday nights and walked through the halls in our bathrobes after our last-period swim class? Who would have studied through lunches of Macey’s bagels and yogurt and ditched AP history to go swimming at my house? Nurse-shoe Mr. Burnham never forgave us for not only missing class, but for not trying to get in the door that he had locked against us when it was apparent that we were late.
Who would have helped me ask Christian to a dance with a frozen chicken, and, for the first girl’s choice of our junior year, joined me in asking twins so that we could risk rejection together? Who else would I have rather been with when I was out on the dates I did have? Who else would have always taken my part against Rory and that tall Jex boy and who else could have endangered my record as most dangerous driver ever?
I guess it’s okay Karin’s date wasn’t around. I had friends. (not that Karin doesn’t have friends. she does. great friends. she just happens to have a hot prom date too.)
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It’s funny that you brought these memories up. I was thinking of them myself just yesterday. Don’t forget running away from Bud (was that his name?), the guy that wore really tight jeans, because we were late for class and thought he was going to put us in detention. Ooh, Mr. Burnham. I can’t think of him even today without being angry and grossed out. I won’t bore your readers with the millions of other high school memories we share, I know how Tom hates it when we start talking about all the weird things we did in high school. Good thing we turned into normal, responsible adults, right? Or maybe good thing we don’t live in the Spanish Fork area anymore. You didn’t go to our ten-year reunion did you?
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