Alright, so I’m losing steam on doing my life history. I’m feeling like it actually might not be that interesting. I mean, come on, it’s just little ol’ me.

Okay, okay, I know this is for me -my history- right! so I want to do it. But the closer I get to Jr high the more overwhelmed I feel. I’m not sure how to tell all those stories. Arrggg…

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Kindergarten- All I remember is using huge over sized pencils, taking naps on blue mats and chasing a certain boy around the field and yelling at everyone to watch me kiss him.

1st grade- My favorite teacher ever! Ms. Murray. I thought she was so super hip. She turned up her collared shirts and had puffy 80’s hair. I was pretty involved in gymnastic. I was always to cartwheels and hand stands and felt like I was learning lots of cool tricks.

2nd grade- I had Ms. Murray again in a 1st and 2nd split. I really only remember doing some porcelain art project out in the hall way. Oh yea, I also remember being terrified of the principal. At assemblies he’d stand up front and count to 3 with his bony fingers and his other hand shut tight like a mouth. Yuk!

3rd grade- I remember staring at the times table chart and being completely overwhelmed and confused. The school boundaries changed so I went to a new school. A little scary but I was befriended quickly making it much easier. One of my new friends convinced me to “go out with” David- a boy I hardly knew. Nothing ever happened with that except we went to his house once and played on his swing set. I remember jamming out to Kokomo by the Beach Boys. I think it was our “song.” Waa woo.

4th grade- I started getting perms. I had a not so great teacher. Mrs. F. I remember her teaching us how to blow our noises and floss our teeth. She just had braces put on. I think we skipped making our Utah books. This was a big year for me though. I got to “go out with” Jay. He was the most popular boy to go out with. He had certainly had a thing for the girls. He went out with everyone. What a privilege. Ha. He was awesome at double dutch and would make heart shapes with his hands across the cafeteria. (rumors say he’s no longer straight.) One day I went to my friends house and he jumped out from behind the door and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Woozers. When I left my friend told me to kiss him goodbye so I went over and stuck my cheek in front of his face. he he! As if I knew what to do?? The relationship didn’t last long but it began my long history of boys…

5th grade- Mr. B was the worst. He was near retirement and was known for telling stories about playing the trumpet in the war. There was a huge rumor about him wiping boogies under his chair. I think we check a few times when he was out of the room. I swear it was true but maybe the boys had planted the green globs there. I remember tripping in the class room and stabbing the toughest girl in class in the back with a sharpened pencil. Ahhhhh– can we say lead poisoning!! Luckily she didn’t kill me. I also went out with Hockey boy. We met at the mall a few times and pretended to be Lady and the Tramp with a long piece of licorice. Smoochy.

6th grade- Mrs. S was horrible. She hated my sister so barely gave me any attention. I remember cheating because I wasn’t learning anything. I spent recesses tied to the bars with a sweatshirt. We’d spin and spin and spin. It was a super cool trick. I had a large group of friends and for some reason we began to be mean. There became a pecking order. I was such a follower. Some of my good friend all of the sudden got picked on and I participated. How awful. I was never rude to anyones face but I remember phone pranks and toilet papering. Some girls had so much torturing that they changed schools and were never the same. I always felt horrible.

On the boy front, I remember quite a few boys asking me to go out. I was nervous about some of the more popular boys but generally said yes. They never lasted long. One boy told me I had hairy legs one day and asked me out the next. Nice way to flirt I guess. At the end of 6th grade I had my eye on a less noticed kid -Brad. We spent the spring and summer with our friends hanging out at the rope swing down by “Sev” (short for Seven Eleven.) Nothing much came of it except some great fun. He was a goofy kid. Once he picked up a ran over broken necklace on the street and gave it to me. I totally kept if for years in a secret hole in my wall. Can we say totally romantic!!

*** Jr high is even more mortifying– stay tuned.