As you know I'm from the "White Trash Capital". To regular people this picture would be considered shocking, disgusting, even disturbing. Only in the "White Trash Capital" would this be considered normal.... that this picture would be put in the year book and the men would be gushing. "Oh that looks like a 6 point!"
Margo traveled more than three hours to the closest mall to have her glamore shots done. They turned out fabulous!
Here he is. The ex-boyfriend that had many gifts. Two being, spelling and writing. Yes.... he's the one that was first to sign my "crack" in last year's yearbook. I went for the rebellious type (ie: the earring and stylish, acid-washed, jean jacket)
Lola and Francis feared for their lives as the lasers shot to and fro behind their backs. They tried to put on brave faces.
Ed and Fred were flabbergasted when they found out they were long lost twins, separated at birth. The similarities are un-canny.
To show off their "guns", these three classmates chose to wear muscle tees. I have to agree with their choice of apparel.
Okay, I must admit something. This is hard for me. Please do not judge me. It was a confusing time for me. The above "stud muffin" on the right was one of my "serious" boyfriends. He's the one that called me love. (I'm whimpering right now) Do you like how his uni-brow matches his stache? In my defense.... this picture was taken before I started to date him. Back then he did not look so.... you know.
The Barbizon modeling agency was quick to recruit these three lookers after they had graduated. They were perfect for the look that they were looking for! However, Dennis (bottom left hand side) succumbed to the life style and became way into himself. Diva.
Due to the lack of entertainment in the "White Trash Capital", I resorted to riding the dryers. The local laundry mat was our Lagoon. (yes, that is me)
My ex-stud muffin boyfriend was quick to defend my honor when questionable things that were written about me. Dorks.
Raquel and Marcy risked their lives by posing with the high illuminating lights behind their heads. It was a risk that caused their hair spray, drenched, hair to burst into flames.
As a result, the sparks from their burning hair landed on the school bus, causing it to also burst into flames. The thrifty bus driver tried to put out the flames, but to no avail.
Secret lover you ask? To much of my dismay, as I would bend over to retrieve necessary items from my locker, some one would pinch my cheeks. I whipped my self up and looked around to see who goosed my gander.... this gal would look back as she briskly walked away and would flash me a "come hither smile". I would ask my friend, "Why would she do such a thing?" Weird. A year later I discover her and another female kissing one another as I walked around the corner. Ohhhhhh..... that's why she would pinch me. Sorry Edna dear. I just don't swing that way. (also a true story)
Is it just me or is there something just not right with wrestling uniforms? They almost force you to look in the downward direction. (if you know what I mean) Every time I went to a wrestling match I would have to tell myself, "don't look down Jen, don't look down." Icky.
Imagine every one's surprise when Larry revealed that he was, indeed, the father of all of these kids. Turns out he was living a secret lifestyle of polygamism, living in a compound on the outskirts of town.
My junior year was a smorgasbord of memories. Thanks for taking the time to share some of these experiences with me.