The school lunch people were on strike the entire time I was in high school, and we had a closed campus. When I ate, it was generally vending machine fare. Oh for that metabolism now!
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I applied to two schools. I got into UVA, my second choice, but it was a really great choice for me, especially since a good part of the reason that I wanted to go to my first choice was a boy
I applied to 5. 2 schools in the U-Wisconsin system (neither was Madison), Arizona State, Tulane, and Harvard. Harvard didn't want me, the rest did.
It was all very half-assed. Not least because I was the first of the family (well, except for the great-uncle who lived in Idaho, a long, long way away) to go to college and couldn't expect any practical advice from that quarter. And a school guidance counselor who spent more time complaining about having to help kids who didn't want to be helped than he did actually doing anything.
YAY Nicole!
So, when are you coming to visit?
I tended to bring Diet Dr Pepper and a Lenders bagel to high school. I stopped eating cafeteria food after I saw one of the workers sneeze all over a piece of plastic wrap before using it to cover a tray of donuts.
So, when are you coming to visit?
In October! Oh, wait, you live someplace other than Chicago, don't you? So sorry.
In October! Oh, wait, you live someplace other than Chicago, don't you? So sorry.
SO MEAN
Matilda's Favorite Game: Dominating JZ's Face.
This involves full body head grabbing, hair yanking, face patting/whacking, eyelid pinching and nose wrangling.
Matilda's Favorite Game: Dominating JZ's Face
Which JZ must love when she's feeling so oogy.
Congratulations, Nicole! That is an awesome raise.
Congratulations Nicole!
Yay anniversary for the Ws!
K-Bug, not such a little bug!
Uhm, what else?
Adored high school because I went to the freaky freak school where the debate team and the theater people topped the heirarchy, rumors about homosexuality were met with "cool," and lunch was spent either watching the fencers and haning out with Mama Set (the coach) or listening to B or M play guitar.
By the time I got to college, I'd already lived on my own, was getting married, and had 2 jobs, so I was mostly just there for the education. Community College was pretty good. I was a big fish in a little pond. Editor of the paper, sailed through even my Philosopy class (with a professor I later had at the big Uni). SMU was fine. Either there were people like me who worked damn hard to get there, or trust fund babies skirting by on a legacy. Lots of kids from Louisiana there. We used to joke that Centenary in Shreveport and SMU had a Methodist exchange program. Each was just far enough away from the 'rents.
ETA: Flickr photoset from High School. [link]