I have no idea if you would have hated me. I would assume you would at least have found me annoying, as this would reflect my general teen insecurity at the time.
I was a good, very average, girl-next-door kid. No smoke, no drugs, little booze. I was short, slightly chubby, cute rather than pretty, enjoyed dorky-silliness over girl-drama. I joked a lot, probably seemed shallow. Average student, never did homework. No honor society. Loved band- was a bad musician, but the director let me fill in with whatever instrument (it didnt matter what -I sucked at all of them) cause he could see I loved just being in the music, and hanging with friends. I was on the swim team, average performer. I dreamed about being an exchange student, like to hang with them and took Spanish and French. I was good at art, had teachers recognize that I was more than average there, and felt serious. Was in one play, but realized I was better behind the scenes. I always liked the funny, smart guys that didnt like me or were too shy to respond, so no real dates or anything, no proms or such. I worked as a cashier in a lumber yard evenings and weekends. I couldnt wait to move away after high school and get on with it.
It was what it was. It wasnt hell, but I wouldnt want to do it over, either. Things got much more interesting, much tougher. College is where I grew up.

Nerdy Cleancut Jock Type.....more nerdy than jock. Wrestled all through high school, and was alson in Varsity Quiz (Kind of like Academic Decathalon but on television). I was also in Key Club and Spanish Club. I was a cheerleader in the powder puff football game.

Here's a pic of me and my little brother back then. He was taller than me so I made him get on his knees and wear my glasses.

I got cought up in bussing , so i got the privlige of getting up at 5am to catch a bus all the way accross town to the " darker " side of town . 3-4000 students , the first year there was 18 whites ( includeing a few scared teachers ) , the next year there was only about 9 of us . I got laughed at for wearing cammies and boots , and for wearing overalls . Then folks started pulling me to the side asking where i got those cool as cammies . Not a lot of fights , but word spread that i was not to be fucked with ( a fire extinguser upside some bodys head will do that for you ) ,,, I generly kept to my self , a few aquaintences , but no lasting friends .

Then my seinor year they droped my vo-tec class , so i transfered to a school about 3 miles from home , 50/50 race wise , the teachers ACTUALY gave a fuck ??!!??!!
Every body there had been going to school togather since kindergarden , so the clicks were set , I as always just kept my head down and tryed to keep out of trouble .
The year befor i had gotten into cycling , so i rode every where ( 80-90 miles a day ) , folks looked at me funny walking down the hall in my cycling shoes ,
I didn't care i was happy .

I guess you would have seen me tryed to get to know me , but i was and still my own person , an island in the river , loaner , thats just me .

don't worry zip, I'll still look at you funny. I'm good at it, trust me. I do it everyday when I look in the mirror!