Angie B. tagged me for this meme.  The picture is just an emblem of my high school’s  chomping mascot.  Go Beavers!  Beat the chucks!!!

1. Who was your best friend? Lisa P.  We had been friends since grade 2.

2. Did you play any sports? Yes.  Freshman year, field events–shot and discus; Junior & Senior year, Varsity Volleyball.

The volleyball thing sounds more impressive than it was.  My junior year was the first year of volleyball at our school, so you didn’t have to be great to play even on the varsity team.  That being said, we were pretty bad my junior year, but we improved by the time I was a senior.  I was a setter, and I did start in games occasionally.  So I guess I was a real high school athlete.

3. What kind of car did you drive? Car.  Did you say car?  I rode the bus to school, caught rides with friends to various activities, and on occassion, my parents would haul me around.  One of my older brothers referred to his truck as “Jennifer’s jitney” because he was often called upon to get me from place to place.

4. It’s Friday night–where were you? At the football game when the team was playing at home.  Working at my part-time job.  Bowling.  Eating and drinking tea at Perkins.

5. Were you a party animal? No.

6. Were you considered a flirt? No.

7. Were you in the band, orchestra or choir? Choir, girls ensemble, junior and senior girls’ trio and school musicals.

8. Were you a nerd? No.

9. Were you ever suspended or expelled? No.

10. Can you sing the fight song? Yes. Well, most of it.  Choir sang it for pep-ralley assemblies.

11. Who was your favorite teacher? Mr. Thompson.  He taught 11th grade American history.  He was a deacon at my baptist church, and I had him for US history in 8th grade before he moved to the high school to teach. 

12. What was your school mascot? A beaver.  Our high school rivals were the Punxsutawney Chucks (Woodchucks, synonymous with ground hog–get it, you know, Punxsutawney Phil from Groundhog Day fame.)  So every year, right around Veterans Day, those big teethy rodents go at each other for the last game of the season.

13. Did you go to the prom? Yes.  I went my senior year with a sophomore guy friend from choir.  He drove his parents 1983 Camaro–a silver blue color.  I wore a powder blue dress.  He wore a powder blue tux with dark blue velvet lapelles.  Oooh.  Yeah.  We were stylin.

14. If you could go back, would you? No.  I had a pretty decent high school experience, but I couldn’t wait to leave my home town.

15. What do you remember most about graduation? It was in the gym because of rain.  It was hot.  I was glad when it was over!

16. Where were you on Senior Skip Day? We didn’t really have one. 

17. Did you have a job your senior year? Yes.  I worked at Bonanza Steak House (now the Ponderosa).  I worked at every station in the place.  My least favorite was the salad bar.  When I worked the salad bar, I went home smelling like a pickle.  My polyester brown uniform cap smelled like the filter over a range exhaust.  All those smokey grilled steak smells were trapped in there.  Nice.

18. Where did you go most often for lunch? The cafeteria for whatever the entree of the day was.  We weren’t allowed to go scampering all over town like kids today do. 

19. Have you gained weight since then? Of course.

20. What did you do after graduation? I went to Messiah College in Grantham, PA.  I was a communication major, and I graduated 4 years later with a BA.

21. What year did you graduate from high school? 1983.

22. Who was your Senior Prom Date? Jim T.  See question 13.

23. Are you going/did you go to your 10 year reunion? They didn’t have one.  My class hasn’t had any reunions in the 24 years since we graduated.  There are rumors that there was some sort of financial scandal with the funds our class raised for reunions.  I guess it must be true since the class has never gotten together.

Hmmm…  I hate to tag anyone else.  Every blogger I know is younger than me, and it makes me feel old to think about these people graduating from high school when I was in college and beyond.  So I’ll leave it at this . . .  if you read this and want to take a journey to your past with all your blog visitors, please consider yourself tagged.