Schoolgirl Crush

Way back in the dark ages .... ok, maybe not *that* long ago.  But back when I was in the fourth grade, circa 1969, I got a schoolgirl crush on John F.  He was one of the nicest boys in class, and I passed his house on my walk to school.  I figured out what time I needed to leave so that I'd be walking by his house when he was leaving for school.  Some days, when I timed it right, we walked together!

Of course, it was all one sided, and just in my head, but those schoolgirl crushes were important!  I read that a typical schoolgirl crush lasts about four months.  Yep, that is probably what mine lasted as well.  But it's funny, that first crush seems to be important when it comes to finding love later in life.

While John F and I went through our school years together, and graduated from the same high school, our paths didn't often cross based on our interests and life goals.  But he was that guy always willing to say "hi", one of the nice ones!   Many years later, at our 25th reunion, I'd had my share of drinks and confessed my schoolgirl crush to him!  We had a really good laugh!  (His wife is a great gal, and they're perfect for each other!)



Now, another 15 years after that, social media has brought Wilcox High School classmates together, and we bond and share things on FaceBook.  Today, he sent me a "HI" and it made me smile all over again. 

Yep, he's still one of the good guys!

Class of '77 RULES!

Class of '77

I took myself on a tour of Wilcox High School in Santa Clara.  

Even though things have changed a lot, some thing don't change.  

This is in The Quad.  This tree has been there for years, 

everything else seems newer.  

Of course I had to have a picture....  37 years ago.  

This is our class plaque around the flag pole in front of the school.

Time sure flies!  Have you gone back to your old stomping grounds?  

It sure brings back memories in a rush! 

Grad Nite

The Year:

     1977

The Event:

     High School Graduation

and the story goes like this:

In a time before cell phones and text messages, you made arrangements before you left home if you needed to meet up with someone somewhere -- you set a time, a place ....

High school graduation is  a monumental event in most teenagers lives.  And I was no different.  After the commencement ceremony on the football field, us grads had to go to the cafeteria to turn in our robes, and collect our diplomas.  Being that there was much confusion (as there always is when there are lots of students, and even more family members crowded into one place), my parents assumed I would ride home with my boyfriend.  My boyfriend assumed I would ride home with my parents.

As I stood outside the cafeteria, watching the parade of cars pass me by -- with no one I knew in them -- soon the parking lot was nearly empty.   And I'm still standing, and waiting.  After a bit, I decided I better start walking home -- after all, I'd walked home from the high school for four years, what's one last time?  (Of course, most days for school I didn't wear a dress and platform shoes!)  I had rounded the corner of the football field, was just in front of the tennis courts when my neighbor, Mrs Martin, pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride.  I hopped right in that car, and she dropped me off at home.

Needless to say, there were a lot of laughs at home about being left behind!