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Warning: this may not amuse you as much as it does me
I spent Labor Day Weekend with my parents at their house on the lake. It was uber fun. My best friend from highschool Emily came up too, and we spent the weekend drinking wine and laying by the lake. We talked about our lives today, but we also reminisced about highschool.
if you think I am involved and silly or shallow now you should have seen me then…
I was one of the fortunate people to have had a really awesome Senior year. I’m talking the stuff in sitcoms. My senior year was a cross between Saved By the Bell, Ferris Bueller, and 90210. I am not kidding. Em and I got away with almost anything.
By the time I was a senior, I was an editor of the yearbook, on Student Council, President of Drama Club, President of environmental Club, Vice President of choir, President of Just Say No, On the appeals committee, and cofounder of SOS. I wrote a weekly editorial called “A Students View” for the local paper. I was even elected to Winterfest Court.
So needless to say I was involved. Ridiculously involved. Emily was in just as many activities as me. She was also the other editor of the yearbook, an officer of Student Council and an officer of National Honor Society. She played Varsity Basketball and was also a cofounder of SOS. Em and I were everywhere. We didn’t just participate. We made up the rules.
Even though we both took AP classes we hardly went. Although we still did well. Em was even a valedictorian and won the Oxford Cup. We just had to many activities to go to class all the time. And as yearbook editors we had a pass to get out of classes basically whenever we needed. As cofounders of SOS we had meeting with the superintendent and others during the school day. We were busy. Not that we took advantage of the system… That’s just why my friend Bhree called me the female Ferris.
We got our girlfriends to rollerblading and ride their bikes to school and in the school the first day of class even though it wasn’t allowed (the boys hid and soaked us with water balloons and water guns as we went past).
We had Pajama Ramas.
We carpooled and caravaned to sporting events.
We stole underclassmen lunch tables when we ran out of room at ours.
We started a huge boys verses girls war when we took a friends car keys and hid his car in the janitors parking lot behind the dumpster.
We used a pep assembly to get back at a boy who had dumped Emily by making him into a human sundae.
We helped convince the teacher and the alumni to play us in donkey basketball, and helped convince the gym teachers to let us bring livestock into the gym.
We went to dances, and we went to field parties and we even ran away from the police once or twice. (apparently you aren’t allowed to have field parties)
We convinced our school to have a celebrate life day as part of SOS, where the whole school had a half day and only had assemblies and went into small groups where we gave out tee shirts and talked about what was on our minds. We even got the football coach and the teachers to grill hotdogs for lunch and let us have a picnic that day.
We had a good time.
And in my opinion we were pretty nice to everyone. It was all just fun and innocent. The kind of fun that still makes you smile 7 years later. And it wasn’t “the greatest time of my life” but good times were had by all. And it still fun, just to sit back and remember with someone who lived it too… So here is to Emily Ballenberger (aka ET aka Donna Maskill) and all our memories… LONG LIVE THE CLASS OF 1997!
