Jun 21, 2012
My so-called teenage life
Totally late posting this (working at day camp ALL week - crazy schedule right now!) but I wrote this diary entry at the beginning of my senior year. I'll make it short...I wrote a LOT in those days. Oh - and the Jeff in this entry is NOT my hubs. ;)
Well, here I am again, starting another school year (my last in Indianola!) and the start of a new journal! Somehow the two events always seem to go together.
School started and boy is it weird being the oldest in the school system. Of course I'll get used to it - hey, I like it! :) That means there's no older guys around anymore, they're all in college. BOO HOO! I saw Jeff last weekend. At first it was strange. I didn't even want to kiss him (not at all the reaction I'd dreamed of!) but by Sunday I was all his again. And now he's at college and I miss him dreadfully. He's s'posed to call tomorrow on his parents' tab which means only ten minutes, then I call him. O dear, I hate it already.
My classes are on the easy side, although I think Ancient History with Harms will be a pain because he is a pain. Got all sorts of classroom procedures that are useless and had an assembly on being the best school in the state. (?) Anyway, this year's theme is "Bionic". Remember last year's "Prairie Chicken?" Well, now we have a "Bionic" staff and they wear buttons with that word on it to prove it. Whatever.
I love Jeff!
Oh my. I TOTALLY forgot about the prairie chicken theme of my junior year. Our principal read somewhere that, while eagles soar, prairie chickens run really fast (or something, I can't remember the analogy except it struck us all as weirdly hilarious at the time). And the principal decided that, since we lived in Iowa, we should aspire to be like the prairie chickens who can outrun eagles. It only lasted a year.
The BIONIC thing stood for something - of course, educators today still adore anagrams, and are still doing theme years in high schools. I'll have to ask my son what his was last year.
Have a great day!