Change of perspective

I thought I was going to be dizzy for the rest of my life but I got better and we went to St. George to vacation with Richard and family.  Having so much fun! Life is good!!

So Chapter Four?  High School

Sightly better.  Drama was a trauma.  The teacher was a big overconfident gay guy.  I went to a couple of classes then checked out.  But the sophomore class elected me to be the Skit Chairman for Homecoming.  I wrote a very clever skit but it was so messy you couldn't read it.  I took it in to the big guy and he sighed and approved it.  We got second out of three in the competition.  They gave me one more chance in Junior year but it was worse.  So they didn't give me a chance in Senior Year.

So I tried out for the choir and didn't get in  because I was breathy so my friends advocated for me and voila!  I got accepted! It was a great experience participating in musicals and starting a trio with two of my singing friends which caught on as the class trio.  We sang at assemblies, dances that we didn't get asked to, and graduation activities, commencement, etc.  We were good and even had a Smothers Brothers routine which was hilarious.  We were asked to sing in Sacrament Meetings almost every week.  Good friends.   Good times.

In high school I did have a couldn't decide between them so they both dropped me in a very mean way, a Halloween basket full of insults.  I think I actually liked Tom best, but it was so fun going to a Homecoming Dance with Jim who was Homecoming King.  Tom had asked me to Junior Prom and stood me straight up.  The rest of my love life involved unrequited experiences, like Stuart who fell for Deidra and I don't blame him.  He asked me to the Senior Prom the day before the dance and we didn't speak a word all night.  I was so immature.  He was tall, dark handsome, smart, a basketball player........

My insecurity prevented me from taking Senior World History, the best class in the high school and the best college preparation.  I was terrified of college preparation, or just the word college maybe.

They were only letting 10 girls out of three hundred, in Pep Club the year I tried out, and I actually made it?  Why?  I had the loudest yell in the school.  What a point of pride!

I got decent grades and took some interesting classes like Home Economics where we learned how to sew, set a table, and made and wrap a peanut butter sandwich, skills which have been crucial in my life.  Well maybe not the peanut butter sandwich.  That is so easy it doesn't even qualify as a skill.

Word Study has really helped me.  We learned so may facts and roots of words.  And of course, 3 years of French.  I was in French class out in the Stadium classroom when I found out President Kennedy had been assassinated which was incredibly shocking!  Everyone remembers where they were when this event occurred.

Oh that reminds me I also took Geometry out in the stadium and I flirted with John Galloway so much that the teacher actually made me a dunce cap and made me sit in the corner.

Oh man, I just remembered TWIRP week.  That is an acronym for The Woman is Required to Pay.  We waited on the guys for a week which ended with a girls choice dance.  I was in charge and did so many unapproved activities that I was reprimanded by the Assistant Principal who was my mother's brother's wife's dad?  I was out of control.  I just remember the activity involved the cafeteria and water.  Water balloons?

I drove the 1952 Studebaker to school because I was taking early morning seminary and going to play the piano for Primary after school.  I took five out of four seminary classes ( two years of Book of Mormon)  and was a terrible piano player.  I don't know how the kids could sing to all those mistakes!  Maybe they didn't.  hahahahahahah  The Studebaker was popular with my friends because hardly anyone had a car to drive.  My parents let me drive it because I was doing church stuff.  I used to go pick up my friends for activities and once used Louvonne Hart as a hood ornament while I drove down the street.  Mom said it was the worst thing I ever did.  Poor ignorant mom.

In the summers I went to Excelsios Beauty School and hung out with the bad girls and mostly just hung out not ever learning how to do hair.  It was beauty school where I drank my first Coke and hear swear words every day.  It was an education I probably could have done without.  But I did meet two of my best friends there, Erlene and Prudy.  Yes Prudy.