tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post3069978467680682437..comments2024-03-28T17:47:56.185-04:00Comments on The AC is On: Ins and OutsAnvilcloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-58877591637145791912016-09-30T20:10:29.082-04:002016-09-30T20:10:29.082-04:00Sad that high school was (and probably still is) s...Sad that high school was (and probably still is) so much about wearing the right clothes. I think I know a few who look on their high school years as the best of their lives but I'm sure not one. Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-5263678213672989262016-09-28T20:58:40.106-04:002016-09-28T20:58:40.106-04:00I had a small group of close friends in HS and tha...I had a small group of close friends in HS and that made it possible to not only survive but thrive. But we were somewhat social outcasts because we were all tall and we all got good marks and we did not do the little and cute and adoring bit around the boys in our class. There was only one class. <br />I think everyone, as Jenn says, has mixed memories.<br />In the era of Marilyn Monroe I was almost completely flat chested. That got me a lot of rude and silly comments that still sting sometimes. Although I am now really, really happy not to have to shore up sagging flesh.<br />Too much information, yes?MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-43045491342155812462016-09-28T11:49:50.100-04:002016-09-28T11:49:50.100-04:00I know about tough high school years. I think many...I know about tough high school years. I think many do, too!Jenn Jilkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05259681360456905055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-77186181860689874082016-09-27T18:45:53.656-04:002016-09-27T18:45:53.656-04:00This post was very timely, John, as I am soon face...This post was very timely, John, as I am soon faced with the decision on whether or not to attend my 50th high school reunion. There really isn't one good reason "why" as I didn't regard the 4 years as the best years of my adolescent life. Aside from a couple of friends, I didn't socialize very much. Most of those in my Catholic high school had also attended the Catholic grammar school in the predominately middle-class suburban town. I had also attended a Catholic grammar school, but in a different towns and rode a public transit bus to attend the high school (my parent's choice). We wore uniforms so dress wasn't a concern, freshman through juniors wore the same outfit and only seniors got some variation in the girls' skirt color. I am still in contact with 2 people from high school and that is enough for me.<br />Beatrice P. Boydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08281239556392874979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-1669888966946616802016-09-27T03:20:30.396-04:002016-09-27T03:20:30.396-04:00When I look back on my high school years, I always...When I look back on my high school years, I always wonder I wasn't bullied or pestered. The clothes I wore were often home-made (I knitted my own awful sweaters) and I was rather quiet and reserved. My friends weren't part of the popular crowd either. <br /><br />I got through my high school years okay though with one or two friends that I stayed in contact with for long after.Marahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04464946195661953578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-42698705579572171662016-09-26T21:07:29.788-04:002016-09-26T21:07:29.788-04:00Let me just say that I hated school! I never felt ...Let me just say that I hated school! I never felt like I fit in at school. My mother taught at the same school, which was small, rural and there were 26 students in my class all the way from middle school thru HS until a consolidation with another school system left me with 110 in my Sr. Class. Because Mom always taught there, I was expected to dress nice, jeans weren't in vogue for guys, so chinos and button up shirts were the dress code. Belts were mandatory. Sometime along the way, we began wearing jeans to school, and I of course, had to have my "pegged" so much so that I had to put on socks, and point my toes to get my legs in them. <br />I also had a severe case of acne all the way through HS, and that limited how many dates I had and how my peers treated me. I still battle with resentment about that and shy away from class meet and greets and reunions. Oh well, life has been good otherwise, so to heck with them! :)Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048908920247516125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-41621887555850727582016-09-26T17:25:17.916-04:002016-09-26T17:25:17.916-04:00Oh, sometimes I really wanted to look like others....Oh, sometimes I really wanted to look like others. I wear hats with brims all the time now thanks to my ophthalmologist. Yes, I wear ball caps. Anything to keep the sun out of my eyes.Magehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333086721654817750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-76519817793641232772016-09-26T16:54:07.662-04:002016-09-26T16:54:07.662-04:00Oh, your very descriptive post brought back a memo...Oh, your very descriptive post brought back a memory I'd shelved for some time--the JEANS story. My mom didn't believe in blue jeans on women (ahem), and after I went away to boarding school I felt SO out of place with my polyester pants! I wanted blue jeans in the worst way. At home for the summer break, I told my dad with great sadness about my deficit. "Well," he said. "I will be happy to take you to town and buy you some blue jeans!" And he did, that very afternoon. And my mom was so dedicated to being loyal to my dad that she never pitched a fit about it. <br /><br />I must remember to thank him again, next time I pop by for a visit.Gingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14826899900356202742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-35746190540571739122016-09-26T14:46:16.763-04:002016-09-26T14:46:16.763-04:00I wore a uniform for my whole schooling experience...I wore a uniform for my whole schooling experience until college, so when i did go to college and was able to wear whatever i wanted it made me want to dress up.. which of course only lasted the first week or two as I got over the initial high..Hena Tayebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15419428884435062756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-36330395271933452222016-09-26T14:33:11.078-04:002016-09-26T14:33:11.078-04:00You have an interesting blog, and this is an inter...You have an interesting blog, and this is an interesting post. People I know either loved or hated high school. For me it wasn't a bad experience, although it had its rocky moments here and there. As for clothes, I can't really say much since I have pretty much worn nothing but jeans for the past 20+ years, and 95% of the time I'm barefoot. If I'm wearing a dress, it's either to a wedding or a funeral. I'm with you on the baseball caps though. ~ SharonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-12417081808932629992016-09-26T14:28:11.176-04:002016-09-26T14:28:11.176-04:00AC--you did it! You wrote on the topic at hand. An...AC--you did it! You wrote on the topic at hand. And I appreciate your experience.<br />I must say I knew you had a childhood that included some (repressive) religious background. But I didn't know what it was.<br />Many of us break free. As have you.<br />I find it fascinating that you, Ginger, Ruth and I all share a constricted childhood based on religion. We have all gone our own ways, of course.<br />And that is the point--going your own way.<br />Well done.<br />KGMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-91260479976012127402016-09-26T13:59:15.337-04:002016-09-26T13:59:15.337-04:00My closet is loaded with things I don't wear. ...My closet is loaded with things I don't wear. I'm happiest in jeans and a t-shirt; this has been true since I was tiny. I do like ball caps! Really, hats of all kinds; I wish they were back in vogue for women.Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-90422428041032047572016-09-26T13:21:28.474-04:002016-09-26T13:21:28.474-04:00I've never been much of a clothes horse myself...I've never been much of a clothes horse myself, expect in the late 80's I did have a shoe 'thing' for a while; I had low-heel pumps in waaay too many colors. I blame Dynasty. LOL<br /><br />As a child of an alcoholic (known), I wasn't too popular, but I was a baton twirler all four years of h.s., so that kept me in the loop, and I was even Senior Class Social Chairman. Dad's one or three drunk show-ups at h.s. didn't affect me that way. It was interesting to hear at the 10 year h.s. reunion that it did keep most of the boys from dating me. I had a few boyfriends, but it didn't last long for any of them. Oh well. C'est la vie.Silver in AZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12501467853392916885noreply@blogger.com