Senior Year Survey

I just dropped in at MySpace for the first time in months, and rediscovered this old post there. It made me smile, so I thought I’d copy it over here, since I haven’t written anything recently.

Senior Year Survey

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.

1. Who was your best friend?
Stephen Wage

2.What sports did you play?
Volleyball (my most dazzling moment was being used as a tape measure when an opposing team coach complained about a missing line on our court)

3. What kind of car did you drive?
Datsun B210 Honeybee — yellow with black stripes and a little buzzy bee on the front quarterpanel. Mine was used, and didn’t have the honeycomb hubcaps, though. That was just a couple of years before Datsun changed its name to Nissan. I still think Datsun sounds better.

4. It’s Friday night, where were you at?
Friday night is football night in small-town Texas, so most likely at a football game with John LeCour. And his parents. And pretty much everyone else in the county.

5. Were you a party animal?
Nope, I was more of a bookworm.

6. Were you considered a flirt?
I was too shy to flirt.

7. Ever skip school?
Sort of. There was this traditional “Senior Day” when all the seniors went to the lake instead of going to school, but it was expected of us, so it wasn’t really like breaking the rules.

8. Were you a nerd?
Absolutely. Except back then they were called straights. Or squares.

9. Were you in any clubs?
I think by default all the girls were in Future Homemakers of America. We learned how to bake cakes while all the guys were over in Future Farmers of America learning to call hogs and judge beef cattle. Their stuff always seemed like more fun to me, but they didn’t let girls join the FFA.

10. Did you get suspended/expelled?
Nope, my daddy was a 6’6″ retired cop. I toed the line.

11. Can you sing the fight song?
Hmmmm… nope. Can’t even remember the tune.

12. Favorite teacher?
Darn, I can’t remember his name. He taught biology sometimes, maybe once a week or so. The rest of the time he talked football or hunting or fishing (whatever was in season) with the guys. I learned how to play backgammon in his class. Which made it one of the more productive classes I had…

13. Favorite class?
Biology. We got to play backgammon.

14. What was your school’s full name?
Somerville High School

15. School mascot?
Yegua (Pronounced “YAYwah.” It’s an American Indian tribe.)

16. Did you go to dances?
Only the prom, but we left early because it was too loud and crowded.

17. If you could go back and do it over would you?
God, no.

18. What do you remember most about graduation?
The sense of relief.

19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
Having it finally over with.

20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?
No, but I got stuffed in a garbage can once.

21. Did you have a job your senior year?
Yep. I was a cook at Dairy Queen.

22. Where did you go most often for lunch?
Steve’s house.

23. Have you gained weight since then?
Yeah, during pregnancies and my sedentary previous career. I’m back to the same weight now, but it’s moved around some since then.

24. What did you do after graduation?
Went to college.

25. When did you graduate?
1978

26. Where are most of your classmates?
The ones who didn’t get killed trying to hold up liquor stores or put in prison or run over by trains mostly still live in the same town, I think. Except Steve, he drives river boats, which is one of the coolest jobs I never thought of.

27. Are you going to your ten year reunion?
Way too late for that! And nope, I didn’t bother.

28. Who was your worst teacher?
My health teacher. Can’t remember her name either. She had a baby and named it Eureka, and told us that you can cure ear infections by pouring urine in your ear and syphilis of the lips is what you get from kissing in the wrong places. (Now you see why backgammon was so much better.)

29. Did you have a crush on anyone that you graduated with?
Nope.

30. Who do you think will repost this after you:
Some other poor nursing student looking for a break from reality.

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