I'm joining in Kara Noel's (@ElisLids) high school link carnival today, because a) she's a pal o' mine from childhood; 2) this subject is just too funny; and III) I know you're all dying to see pics of me as a blond.
When I hear people say that they'd redo high school all over again in a heart beat, I start to get hives. I would NEVER go back again to all the drama, raging emotions, and stress. Having said that, I do have a ton of fun memories interspersed throughout those four years at Bayside High - of Mr. Belding, my best pals AC, Zack, Kelly, and Lisa, and all the hijinks that ensued. PSYCH.
I graduated from El Dorado High School in 1995 - yes, that makes me 32 (how the heck did THAT happen???). I drove a red truck, then a convertible white Celica, which was my DREAM car!!! I was involved in my church youth group, spent my summers waterskiing, shuttling my little brother and little sister around, but the bulk of my time was devoted to DANCE DANCE and more DANCE!
I was co-captain of the dance team at good ole EDHS and my teammates and I spent about every waking minute together...which is probably why those years were filled with angst. We competed frequently, won many awards, and didn't have to worry about our figures due to all the practice! A wild night out for us was toilet papering someone's house!
In the early 90s, I was a huge fan of Paula Abdul, Janet Jackson, Wilson Phillips, and Sir Mixalot. Yes, I just said Sir Mixalot. I'll have you know that I can still sing every word of Buttermilk Biscuits. Sad, but true.
I was over at my mom and dad's house today to find some pics and my mother (the keeper of ALL things) even had my accounting text book. Ya, I took accounting in HS for one semester. Not sure if I ever really learned how to balance my checkbook.
I turned 16 at the beginning of my sophomore year, which means, I was the driver for all events. And for my brother and sister's random activities. At times, it felt like I was a taxi, but then again, I drove my red truck over a dip on Rose going 50 miles an hour at least six times a day with all my friends...naturally, we wore no seatbelts so we could fly in the air and hit our heads on the ceiling.
And...the real confession...I may or may not have been a contestant in the Miss Orange County Pageant. Don't judge the hair helmet. I danced (shocker), wore my first suit for the dreaded interview, and pranced my little hiney around in my classy one piece swimsuit and four-inch heals.