The summer between 7th and 8th grade I: learned the value and appropriateness of daily showering; had my first "slow dance" with a boy; had my first kiss (yes, with a boy); and grew 3 inches taller and gained 10 pounds.
Ooooh, man! The memories! What year were you in Grade 7?
You were obviously a lot cooler than I was. I was never cool, and I think Grade 7 is about when I stopped trying :P. Somewhere I have my grade 7 and 8 school pictures, and I am going to find them and post them this week (in hopes of cracking up all my friends as I have been cracked up by your post ;^)), and you will see what I mean ...
I graduated high school in 1989, so I guess that means 7th grade was 1983-1984.
I was never on the "A List". I would like to think I was on the "B List". I had a few good friends on the A List. I tagged along to A-List parties, but I was never explicitly invited. In fact, there were roughly 500 people in my graduating class. 350 of them were invited to the post-commencement bash; I was among the other 150. I guess statistically, I wasn't even near the B List!
However, I am constantly amazed at the looks I get when I see the A-List guys around town. In my single days between marriages (roughly five or six years ago), I would be approached in bars, and the A Listers would hit on me. I would get endless amusement from reminding them that they thought I was "too skinny" back then. Funny how they just divorced their wives -- you know, the Cheerleaders Gone Fat! Bwahahahaha!!!
OK, so you were about three years ahead of me: I started Grade 7 in 1986. That look is so familiar, I think, because I was in Grade 4 that year and for the first time began to notice the phenomenon of cool/not cool as such. (I had had a chequered childhood, which I won't go into here; I knew I was not exactly like all the other kids, for a variety of reasons, but I hadn't put it that way to myself before.) It was also the year my parents split up, which meant that cool was that much more unattainable than before: my dad, who had the money (such as it was), would only shop at K-Mart, and my mom, no matter how much she sympathized with my difficulties, could only make her income go so far. So it was a pivotal year, cool-wise
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The look in seventh grade... well... I am afraid that between the hair color, hairstyle, and round glasses, I was reminded of someone else:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a2/Tootsie_imp.jpg
By grade eight you look properly defiant and subversive, though. Much better.
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The summer between 7th and 8th grade I:
learned the value and appropriateness of daily showering;
had my first "slow dance" with a boy;
had my first kiss (yes, with a boy); and
grew 3 inches taller and gained 10 pounds.
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My ass reached its peak at 17, though. What I wouldn't give to have my track-running, high-jumping butt back.
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You were obviously a lot cooler than I was. I was never cool, and I think Grade 7 is about when I stopped trying :P. Somewhere I have my grade 7 and 8 school pictures, and I am going to find them and post them this week (in hopes of cracking up all my friends as I have been cracked up by your post ;^)), and you will see what I mean ...
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I was never on the "A List". I would like to think I was on the "B List". I had a few good friends on the A List. I tagged along to A-List parties, but I was never explicitly invited. In fact, there were roughly 500 people in my graduating class. 350 of them were invited to the post-commencement bash; I was among the other 150. I guess statistically, I wasn't even near the B List!
However, I am constantly amazed at the looks I get when I see the A-List guys around town. In my single days between marriages (roughly five or six years ago), I would be approached in bars, and the A Listers would hit on me. I would get endless amusement from reminding them that they thought I was "too skinny" back then. Funny how they just divorced their wives -- you know, the Cheerleaders Gone Fat! Bwahahahaha!!!
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