High School Memory Book

Let's take a walk down memory lane for a few moments, shall we? I was in our storage room today looking for something when I ran across my high school memory book. Then I thought to myself "Self, you should share this with all of your close and intimate friends on your blog."


It's pretty thick, isn't it?


I knew in Junior High that I was going to have a memory book, so I started saving odd and ends in a box to add to the memory book when I finally got it. We moved around a lot when I was a child, so once we settled in Hitchcock, it became vital that I create memories.


Hitchcock High was a wonderful time in my life. I began friendships that are still intact today.

I heart this picture. It's my dad and sister Angie. Pop was cooking chili. Whoa, he was about my age when this picture was taken.


My house was the neighborhood hang out. I had all kinds of friends. Even Italian exchange student friends as seen in the middle of the pic.


ACK! I often wonder what I was thinking. I used to wear my bangs in a wave with a gallon of Aqua Net. Oh and doesn't that mini pony tail just complete the ensemble?

Growing up, we had the horrible chore of alternating kitchen duty. I had kitchen duty every third night. We had no dishwashers. No, we had to slave on the dishes by hand. We also had to walk a mile, up hill, in a blizzard, with no shoes, to get to to school every day. No lie. I had a hard life.


Lawsy Mercy. Who are these cowgirls? Sigh. Yes, that's me on the left. Tiffany, my best friend, is in the middle. We met the summer of my sophomore year as we participated in the dance squad called the Swingerettes. Man! Look at the eye brows on that girl on the left! Whew! Oh wait, that's me.


See? OK so I only danced for a year, but what a year it was.


I can't even remember where I got this. I think it was something that we got for the Friday pep rally's. Yes, I kept it. It's folded up neatly in my memory book.


I took many random pics through out my tenure in high school. Two of my friends on this page are no longer with us.


Ahhh...remember the Friday game ribbons? I kept them!


I also swapped tons of small sized photos of my friends. Yes, many of the pictures are of the same person as we got older. Oh and I have some Italian money!


These two mature men made the biggest impact on me. The man on the left (Mr. Wright), was probably the biggest influence on me as I went through school. He introduced me to literature that was way ahead of our time as high school students. That mature man on the right (Mr. Parker), was my Government/Economics teacher. That slave driver made us learn every single country in the world. Not that I could recite them today. They were friendly rivals because they knew they were the smartest men in the school.


This is what I did in Spanish class on my book covers.


Oh look, another Friday ribbon.


Some good friends and I went and had our pictures done. Josh was my best male friend. He was not in our circle and detested my other friends but I still dragged him along every where I went.


Yes, that's my brother Barry on the lower right.


Here is another picture of me and Josh. This was senior year at a pep rally. By then I was in cheer leading and he was the drum major for the band.


This was Senior Night (also Homecoming); one or both of our parents escorted all of us that were participating in either sports, cheer leading, dance, or band. Pop was escorting me down the field before the game. I love my dad.

Don't you dare say a word. Yes, this is one of my senior pictures. I made the mistake of going to some country salon to get my hair done before pictures and this is what the lady came up with. Do you know that my hair did not move in 30 mile-an-hour wind? This was also during my country cowgirl phase. Oh to do this year over again. That's called Country Helmet Hair.


So now you have had a glimpse at my memory book. It was fun looking back at how horrible my hair was...and seeing how much my friends and I have changed over the years. It's hard to believe that I graduated so long ago. It seems like just yesterday. Well, maybe the day before but I can't believe it has been so long.