

(Me, Brooks, Jess at graduation practice; Brooks-very sarcastically nicknamed the 'Genius'-and I had a love/hate relationship)
**Mocking Michael Kelley's walk in the cafeteria. That poor kid, I put him through a lot. One time, a sign was magically posted on his locker that read, "Is Michael a good kisser? Check 'Yes' or 'No'" He didn't appreciate the creativity, or the fact we were just trying to help. The night of our all night party after graduation, Michael hopped in the Jump Kings with us. He would push us down, or hit us until we fell (too tired to fight back). We would laugh like 3-year-olds and get back up, only to have him do it again. I'm pretty sure he was taking out a serious amount of pent up rage from that year.
**Dressing up for all sporting events in school colors. Especially sporting our 'Mr. Universe' t-shirts. These were made to poke fun at Brooks Moser (I made a comment one day that he acted like he was God's gift to the universe--thus, 'Mr. Universe'). Brett would get so angry when we would lose, whether she was playing or not. Then, of course, you have to hit up Big J's (this was especially important after a good basketball game, you'd get free fries). Banana/brownie shakes are superb after a good win. One night that especially stands out is the night Brooks indulged at our table; he was attempting to explain Michael--the best he could do, "Well, Mike's a fag. That's why we call him--'the fag.'" He was always so good with words.
(Preston Pride, it's a necessity)
**Wearing my pink sweat pants (that were too short because they had been dried), or my yoga pants to school almost everyday--just because I could. Just because I could not care that much.
**Lynda Hamblin. My hero, but nobody tell her. I worked really hard at trying to keep my nonchalant-don't care about English-can't hear your lectures cause I'm talking too loud-reputation. Also, don't let her know I'm now majoring in English--mostly because of her.
(There are no words for how much I adore this picture; I can say that I don't think I deserved a hug after what I put her through that year)
**Michele complaining about her overly large ribs. Yes, this is the only thing she has to complain about on her otherwise perfect body. Heaven forbid, large ribs.**Jess and I hanging out in the Exec. room, acting like our opinion mattered. I'm pretty sure we decided where prom was held, what the theme song was, and what DJs would come to dances. We spent hours decorating for election week, drawing on sidewalks, painting windows, etc. Ask me if I was in anyway on the Executive Council. (The answer is no.)
**The last football game it poured rain the whole game.

(Salena and I after the game. Thanks for that last touchdown, Brooksy, it would have been pretty awful if we had lost after all that)

(Cami, me, and Teddy; yes, those are gems on my pants, and I am 17 years old in this picture)
**Speaking at Seminary Graduation (pretty sure that was Brother Pugmire's way of getting back at me for laying on the floor everyday during class my sophomore year).

**Mrs. Anderson yelling at us everyday. For being a French teacher, she sure could swear in English. I did learn a poem about a beautiful castle...and how to count backward from five in French (she would make us count down with her when we were being too loud).
**Miss Elison not giving me my diploma at graduation. She always has to have the last word.
**Nerve wracking Senior Projects. Well, I think they were supposed to be, I wrote my paper the night before. I did a blood drive and couldn't even donate because I was so anxious-my pulse was too high, due to the strep throat I had picked up just in time.

(TJ and Michael were all to willing to volunteer to get out of class)

(Dodge, Me, and Jess-notice, he's on the run, like always)
I can't say I would repeat High School. I am lucky enough to look back with very few regrets. But, I do love remembering it. I love looking back at more carefree, relaxed time.
Don't think I don't think about it.