Oh, and the class of '84 (at my school) was the friendliest class. We were lonely without them, our senior year.

I graduated from college in 1985. why are all you people my age younger than me?

and no there just is not enouhg coffee in the world today.

PTB timefold, beth. Don't worry about it. And now, watch, as I stop over-posting.

timefold.

makes sense.

I am now consumed with the desire to watch Flashdance now. And listen to Purple Rain. And find, magically, MTV playing videos. Like Duran Duran, or even Thomas Dolby.

I also kind of want to play quarters with really bad beer.

We were class of '93 - we were the smartest, but like unto herding a box of cats and very hippie-ish. Our Homecoming Queen wore Birkenstocks for the ceremony.

The class of '92 was more traditionally "high school" - like all the cliches in a high school movie. We bonded pretty tightly with them.

The class of '94 were overwhelmingly yuppie-esque - future MBAs, the majority of them. No one understood them.

Ok, that 'splains us, j. I was class of '92.

88.

I was wearing knickers in like '80 or '81, I think. I don't think I would have been caught dead in them by '85.

Yes, this.

Damndamndamn. I think Mac is incontinent. I've found three suspicious puddles on the floor today and when I asked her to move from where she was sleeping under the table, I found a fourth one in the worst possible position. It looks like it happens when she's sleeping.

I have no extra cash for serious vet bills right now and I can't have pools of urine all over the same floor Olivia's crawling on. Gah. I'm putting her bed in the laundry room today and we'll deal with it when DH gets home tonight.

At our school, class of '84 was definitely the smartest. '83 was the friendliest, and '82 (which was my sister's) was known for being partiers. I think it was '80 (before my time) which had the infamous rash of pranks, starting with lab mice let loose in the dean's office to the candyheart fight in the halls on V-day and the statue of the Virgin Mary being put into the elevator to give some old nun a start when the doors opened and she saw Mary reaching out for her.

My sister and a few friends did manage to prank the dean (who was a buddy of theirs--they would hang out at his office on their free period and chat) by moving all of the furniture out of his office and into an open classroom down the hall. They did get detentions, not for the prank itself but because they had to ditch a class to finish moving everything.