Gacked from adamant_turtle. Senior year in review.
What year was it? 1996-1997
What were your favorite bands or musical artists? Um, I really didn't listen to much in high school. A lot of classical/baroque artists.
What was your favorite outfit? Some sort of skirt, blouse or sweater combo. I was 17 and dressed like I was 40.
What was up with your hair? Fairly long, straight. Same color it is now. I occasionally did the Evita thing and pulled it into a tight bun.
Who were your best friends? Megan was probably the only person who was my best friend. I was on decent terms with other classmates, but wasn't really good friends. Still keep in touch with Megan, and even see her from time to time. Her kids call me Aunt Amy.
Where did you work? I baby-sat. A lot. It made fairly good money, considering the work involved, and I was doing it most weekends.
Did you take the bus? Nope. Dad took me to school in the morning and I'd walk home. By the second-part of my senior year, I'd take my mother's car when she wasn't at work -- but that didn't happen much.
Who did you have a crush on? A couple of guys. But in my high school -- as in most -- if you weren't the perfect pretty girl, you were out of luck.
Did you fight with your parents? Many, many times.
Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on? No one.
Did you smoke cigarettes? Never.
Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack because you were too nervous to find your locker? Not because I couldn't find my locker, but because I didn't have time to go to my locker. No lunch, study hall every other day, classes all over the building.
Did you have a 'clique'? Oh, there was one, all right. Nothing changed -- in that regard -- from sixth- through 12th-grade.
Did you have "The Max" like Zach Kelly and Slater? *snicker* Nope.
Admit it, were you popular? God, no. I finally became more comfortable in my skin at the beginning of my senior year, when the "SITS" started acknowledging that I wasn't some sort of leper. That's when things got marginally better, but I was certainly not popular. I counted the days until I left for Wellesley, because that meant leaving all of that bullshit behind.
Who did you want to be just like? I don't know. I still don't know. I just was waiting for that moment where everything would fall together.
What did you want to be when you grew up? By senior year, I'd pretty much resigned myself to becoming a journalist. I realized I enjoyed writing and could get paid for it.
Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now? Married. Or at least in some sort of relationship. Certainly not living in a one-bedroom apartment and spending half of my waking hours in a windowless newsroom.
What were your favorite bands or musical artists? Um, I really didn't listen to much in high school. A lot of classical/baroque artists.
What was your favorite outfit? Some sort of skirt, blouse or sweater combo. I was 17 and dressed like I was 40.
What was up with your hair? Fairly long, straight. Same color it is now. I occasionally did the Evita thing and pulled it into a tight bun.
Who were your best friends? Megan was probably the only person who was my best friend. I was on decent terms with other classmates, but wasn't really good friends. Still keep in touch with Megan, and even see her from time to time. Her kids call me Aunt Amy.
Where did you work? I baby-sat. A lot. It made fairly good money, considering the work involved, and I was doing it most weekends.
Did you take the bus? Nope. Dad took me to school in the morning and I'd walk home. By the second-part of my senior year, I'd take my mother's car when she wasn't at work -- but that didn't happen much.
Who did you have a crush on? A couple of guys. But in my high school -- as in most -- if you weren't the perfect pretty girl, you were out of luck.
Did you fight with your parents? Many, many times.
Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on? No one.
Did you smoke cigarettes? Never.
Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack because you were too nervous to find your locker? Not because I couldn't find my locker, but because I didn't have time to go to my locker. No lunch, study hall every other day, classes all over the building.
Did you have a 'clique'? Oh, there was one, all right. Nothing changed -- in that regard -- from sixth- through 12th-grade.
Did you have "The Max" like Zach Kelly and Slater? *snicker* Nope.
Admit it, were you popular? God, no. I finally became more comfortable in my skin at the beginning of my senior year, when the "SITS" started acknowledging that I wasn't some sort of leper. That's when things got marginally better, but I was certainly not popular. I counted the days until I left for Wellesley, because that meant leaving all of that bullshit behind.
Who did you want to be just like? I don't know. I still don't know. I just was waiting for that moment where everything would fall together.
What did you want to be when you grew up? By senior year, I'd pretty much resigned myself to becoming a journalist. I realized I enjoyed writing and could get paid for it.
Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now? Married. Or at least in some sort of relationship. Certainly not living in a one-bedroom apartment and spending half of my waking hours in a windowless newsroom.