Monday, December 3, 2007

Circa 1989

I went through the Herculean effort yesterday of wrestling out the boxes full of indoor Christmas decorations for the house and our newly purchased tree. And I have to say, I threw up a little bit when I had to pay for that tree. Good grief! No. It's not flocked in gold as one might think for such a price. I know. Getting an artificial tree would be more cost effective, but Tootsie is a tree purist. Must have real tree.Anyway, located at the bottom of all those boxes is the one that contains all of my yearbooks. So, of course, I spent about two hours flipping through a couple and reading every single message that my classmates and teachers wrote. Honestly, I don't even recognize half the names anymore. The notes from the teachers were the most amusing. This one is from my Algebra teacher: "You've been a bright spot in an otherwise dismal year. Teaching you was a pleasure. I wish you every success and hope your goals are achieved." I guess everyone else JUST SUCKED ASS. From my Creative Writing teacher: "Four or five years from now I'll be expecting an invitation to your college graduation and I'll go (wherever, whenever!!) You are so lovely, so bright, so creative. Please understand that, and do important things in your life. Remember the old man in room 22." And I do remember him. I think about him almost every time I write something. Someday, when I win the Oscar for best original screenplay, he will be the first person I thank. I heart him so much. From my senior adviser: "My dear young lady, I have been able to tell for a long time who is one of the luckiest people in the world - S******" (my high school sweetheart). "You are what I think the kind of girl I liked when I was in HS I hope and know your life will be happy, long, and healthy. Hope to see you in the future. Damn you're cute. Remember us." Uh, okay. That's just a little creepy. And finally, from the quarter back of the varsity team (not my boyfriend): "To the girl who should have gotten best looking and prom queen. It was great to have met you this year. You're such a fun person to talk too. Good luck in your future, party during the summer and always have a good time. Love, #10".... ahhh...#10. He was hot. And I did party during the summer. Enough nostalgia for now. Back to 2007. And to putting these boxes away. Party on Wayne. Party on Garth.

5 comments:

Madame Queen said...

Oooh, I love the yearbook trip down memory lane every couple of years. And that note from your senior advisor -- totally creep-ola!! Sheesh!

Thanks for the comment on my blog!

dorothy said...

Aren't you the popular one!! Don't put away your yearbooks yet, I want to look at them!

Tootsie Farklepants said...

Thanks Madame!

Dorth~ I kept my prom picture out too. There is a LOT of hair in that picture. LOL!

Lulu said...

What? No RHAS? No 2Good 2B
4gotten? No BFF? No LYLAS?

Tootsie Farklepants said...

I think lulu is trying to tell us something. ;-)