I couldn't find a better pic of the school online, but it was two levels and had NO windows in the classrooms and we used to joke about our school being a prison. I actually think there were maybe one or two classes that had a window, but for the most part the school was dark and dreary. We had a skyway connecting one side of the building to the other side of the building. High school was OFF THE HOOK. I had SO much fun 11th and 12th grade and wouldn't change anything about high school for anything in the world.
It's funny cause I thought I was so cool and down to earth. I had a lot of friends but didn't have too many guys that seemed interested in me. Does wonders for a girls self esteem ya know. lol. I had a few crushes and talking to them and several people years after high school they told me I was part of the fine girl click, thought I was suck up and was afraid to talk to me. WHAT!!!! I mean I WAS cute, but dang. lol
My mom was super overprotective so I didn't get to do much outside of school. Thank goodness our house was just across the park (North Commons, which was the hangout spot for a hot minute) so I did get to go to basketball and football games and some of the dances. It's funny cause I had a friend that was my best friend in 11th grade and a friend that I have been friend that went to a rival school that I was best friends with since 7th grade. We're still the best of friends till this day and reminisce about high school days all the time. So much fun!!!!




This is me again towards the end of 11th grade. I hated my hair in this pic and cried because this was shortly after my 1st hair cut. My mom (curse her) sent me to cost cutters to get my hair cut and styled. I was supposed to get a bob and the woman (who was white mind you) just wacked about a good 5 or 6 inches and that was it. I cried so bad and couldn't imagine what made my mom send me there instead of a REAL stylist.
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