My Senior Year in High School

Tis the season for class reunions, and this past weekend was my brother’s 30th. With the help of the following questionnaire posted on Facebook by the spouse of one of his classmates, I got to thinking about my senior year in high school.

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The year was: 1979-1980

  1. Did you know your spouse? No, he was nineteen years my senior, and at that time, I think he was living in California.
  2. Did you car pool to school? No, I either walked through the park and up the board walk, or one of my parents drove me.
  3. What kind of car did you have? I didn’t have a car which was a good thing, since I was visually impaired.
  4. What kind of car do you have now? My vision hasn’t improved since high school, so I still don’t have a car.
  5. It’s Friday night… Where were you? I was either home watching television or reading a book, or out of town at a speech meet.
  6. What kind of job did you have? I wasn’t employed. It never occurred to me to find a job when I was a teen-ager.
  7. What kind of job do you have now? I’m a writer with three published books and a fourth on the way.
  8. Were you a party animal? NO! NEVER!
  9. Were you a cheerleader? No.
  10. Were you considered a jock? Definitely not!
  11. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I sang in the concert choir.
  12. Were you a nerd? I hope not.
  13. Did you get suspended? NEVER!
  14. Can you sing the fight song? No.
  15. Who was your favorite teacher? Natalie Wright was not only the greatest English teacher I ever had but one of my best friends, who fueled my interest in books. She went out of her way to be sure the material I needed for her classes was in an accessible format and even loaned me books on cassette she didn’t assign in class like Anna Karenina and The Time Machine. She’s now at Westview, and I visit her from time to time. She hardly remembers the material she taught, but she always knows who I am and claims I was her best student.
  16. Where did you sit for lunch? I ate in the cafeteria with a few friends. I wasn’t that popular, probably because of my visual impairment.
  17. What was your school’s full name? Sheridan High School.
  18. What was your school mascot? The Bronc.
  19. If you could go back and do it again, would you? Believe it or not, I like being in my mid 50’s, living on my own, and doing what I want. Although I have some fond memories, I wouldn’t go back.
  20. Did you have fun at Prom? Yes, Dad took me when no other boy would. I had more fun than he did.
  21. Do you still talk to your Prom date? No, my father passed away in August of 2013.
  22. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? That depends. If I hear about it and can find a ride, I’ll probably go, but I don’t think we’ve had a reunion since 2000, or at least I haven’t heard about it.
  23. Are you still in contact with people from school? No, not very many.
  24. What are/were your school’s colors? Blue and gold. ***

Now, it’s your turn. Tell me about your senior year of high school. If you have a blog, why don’t you copy and paste the above questionnaire, delete my answers, and provide your own? If not, you can still answer any or all questions in the comments field. In any case, I’d love to hear about your high school senior experiences. The longer ago you were in high school, the more fun your answers will be.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

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Author: abbiejohnsontaylor

I'm the author of two novels,, two poetry collections, and a memoir. My work has appeared in various journals and anthologies. I'm visually impaired and live in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, I cared for my totally blind late husband who was paralyzed by two strokes. Please visit my website at http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com.

2 thoughts on “My Senior Year in High School”

  1. I don’t feel like answering all those questions. I can tell you that I was a Jesus freak in junior high and high school. It got me into arguments with students and teachers alike because I wouldn’t compromise on my beliefs. I passed out tracts and answered answers from a biblical perspective.

    I had to drop out of electronics class because of my poor sight. The course would have had me working on televisions and I was already having problems reconciling the schematics with the actual circuits. My teacher feared that I’d be electrocuted if I went feeling around in the high voltage section of a TV. Thirty-thousand volts can be fatal if it travels through your chest.

    I couldn’t afford to date and I wasn’t interested in it anyway. Just studying was hard enough.

    I also hated sports. That made me unpopular with other kids. I never have liked sports and as soon as I didn’t have to take the courses, I chose academic courses as well as classical guitar and cooking.

    I was also living on my own in my senior year, 1974-75. I loved it! Nobody was there to nag me to clean up or to stop eating chocolate bars. I lived in a basement room of the house with a neighbour. we shared the bathroom and shower as well as an old fridge.

    Neither did I work a job then. Having poor sight meant that I couldn’t find one easily. I went on social assistance, a huge step up from mooching money from my dad. During 1973, the price of everything went up dramatically. but Dad didn’t increase what little he gave me. By the autumn of 1974, I had enough of that nonsense.

    I never had a car and my room was only a block from the high school. I loved that since it gave more time to sleep in.

    As for reunions, I don’t feel like going to one. I’ve forgotten most of the students and teachers. I’m not into reunions of any sort.

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