<p>I worked at a lumber yard all through highschool, and I ended up marrying a contractor.</p>
<p>I was kind of a wild child in hs. Never did anything that jeopardized my future (at least that I got caught doing). But, I definitely did NOT go to football games or pep rallies. My parents were both older and too tired to stay up to see when, and if, I came home. They valued education though, so even if I went hungover, I went to school. </p>
<p>Consequently what do I do? I marry a goody two shoes JOCK, have 3 sons who for the most part have been chips off the old block (except my older bohemian son). I, of course am the strict one, thinking the kids are trying to pull something over on us. My husband, who grew up with the Cleavers, never doing ANYTHING wrong (or fun), assumes his children will be the same. He is always saying, “Relax, don’t worry, they’ll be fine.” I am a worrying freak!!</p>
<p>Luckily, the kids behavior is somewhere in the middle. (I only have to color my hair every couple of months or so!)</p>
<p>Smart cool hippie who rolled with all the cliques (girl’s school) during school hours–though the not-smart cool hippie wild girls were the most interesting. I probably spent the most time with them. Cheered on state champion basketball team and field hockey team but not good enough to play on a team.</p>
<p>Took a long nap after school. Worked and read into the wee hours at night. Avoided the night party scene somehow. Looking back, not sure how I kept my ‘cool’ membership but I did.</p>
<p>Virtually failed freshman year. Did verbally ‘take down’ one very cute popular girl–as a favor for a friend–over a boy unfortunately. Didn’t realize the power of my freshman opinion. Girl never regained her popularity. I never forgave myself–and became much more mindful of my powers of persuasion.</p>
<p>Got into much more trouble during 7th and 8th grade. Blinkered CC parents would gasp if they knew what some 12 and 13 year olds were up to in the 1970’s…</p>
<p>Don’t see or keep up with anyone from gs or hs years.</p>
<p>Did go into construction, haha. VERY comfortable in that milieu, I must say. ;)</p>
<p>a. I was too sensitive, b. The kid (or kids - I was a bully magnet) probably “liked” me and was trying to get my attention, c. “ignore him and he’ll leave you alone”, d. “boys will be boys”, >></p>
<p>Binx, Oh gosh. Did we have the same family? And, yes, once you hear the above at home, it’s hard to believe that anyone in authority at school would have taken action. Smacking this guy on the side of the head was not an option — he had the backing of the entire football team, who all participated in one way or another. No way could I have stood up against that.</p>
<p>When picking up my youngest at camp, I ran into 5 people that graduated from my hs with me. One of the guys was a big football guy who now coaches in the small town the camp is in and works for the camp during the summer. He has been battling bone cancer and has had to have part of his leg amputated. You would think that it would be a life crushing thing, but he had the most incredibly amazing attitude. He is such a great influence and presense for the kids. The others alumns that were there were from every sphere of the social spectrum in hs, band geek, brainiac, stoner, popular crowd. When we gathered to chat about our kids and lives, it was wonderful how all those old boundries and prejudices have just washed away. </p>
<p>I love being a grownup!</p>
<p>nice story, ag.</p>
<p>I didn’t know what an EC was back then, but I played in a band, we booked our own gigs, bought equipment including two caddy ambulences, negotiated money and gained great experiences. I also was alter boy at the early morning Sunday Catholic Service so I could make it to the Baptist Church to sing in their choir. In part because of my search for truth and in part of my desire to date girls with families in both churches. My secrets out.</p>