At this time when the whole Earth is rebirthing itself physically, economically, and politically, I keep resonating to those high school movies where everybody, no matter how weird, hard, or charming, has got to move on to the next thing.

In junior year I was the ROTC Company Commander at a Catholic high school, as a young woman and a junior, that was unusual. What was left? (It seemed.)

For senior year, I transferred to the local high school, got in the homecoming court, did lots of Theater, and wore black lipstick and safety pins in my ears for toga parties.

Danced at โ€œThe Blighted Area,โ€ a beachside bar where nobody carded high school kids. I didnโ€™t drink, was only there to dance my brains out in the company of others who were also trying to figure out their lives.

Will let you know when I do. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Whatโ€™s your high school story? ๐Ÿ’ž

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