I went to my high school reunion Saturday night.
Here is one of my BFF’s - Sharon. I met Sharon in my sophomore year. At the reunion, she found out that we did indeed go to the same middle school- Barton Junior High; which, Royal Oak tore down to build senior citizen apartments. I had to show her my picture in the Middle School yearbook someone brought, she did not believe me. It is a hindrance at times to be an invisible.
Now, Dondero is a middle school and all the kids go to high school at Kimball. Sharon and I remember the kid who crapped in the pool in gym class. They had to empty the pool and disinfect it. He was not at the reunion much to our dismay.
Charlie, Bill and Dan. I would never have made it through high school without Charlie’s friendship. Not that I can remember much of high school. Which makes it nice to go to a reunion to talk about high school memories I do not have.
Bill, Cheryl, Vic and Mark. All extremely successful as I knew they would be. Bill reminded me that it was me who gave Mr. Solis a hard time in Spanish class. Yes, Mr. Solis, the demented Spanish teacher who threw a tennis ball at you when he wanted you to answer a question. Only, I refused to catch the dang thing, it was so demeaning. I got an A 4 that year. The principal called my parents into the office and explained that I was the first student he’d ever had to get one of the highest grades but the worst classroom behavior marking. He recommended I switch to another foreign language. Adios, Senor Solis. Bonjour, Mrs. Sauer.
Yes, I danced too.
Gail
Sharon & yours truly
Robin & Dan
Bill, looking great as ever
Julie
Thanks to Vic and Mindy for all their hard work planning the reunion.
What did I do in high school? I got good grades so I could get into a good college and I did. I was accepted to both University of Michigan and Kalamazoo College. I was in drama club until I got too involved in unregulated weekend activities. I was a behind the scenes Thespian. I wanted to play softball and volleyball but didn’t have the guts to see if I could make the team. I should have. I did not do any ‘writing’ clubs or the yearbook but all my English teachers loved me and I was invited to take the AP English exam even though I’d not had any “formal training” to do so. I got a 4, pretty good, huh? I remember being the only sophomore in an upper class American literature class. And, I remember my good friends- Sharon, Charlie, Bill, Cheryl, Vicky, Andrea, Lisa, Julie and my husband-to-be Bob (from another highschool); hence, the unregulated weekend activities.
