We were looking through my high school yearbooks at my mom's last night. My nieces were getting a big kick out of the pictures of my big 80s hair. My big 80s hair playing volleyball. My big 80s hair in the Wizard of Oz. My big 80s hair asleep in class.
Yes, there is a picture of me with my big 80s hair sitting at my desk asleep in front of a boy with his 80s hair who is also asleep.
Kind of like this picture of two guys I don't remember, but different.
Thank you, yearbook staff!
The yearbook from my junior year had an absolutely wonderful... I'm not sure what you'd call it... poem? written by an "annonymous" senior and printed in the back of the yearbook. As one last gift to my family, I did a dramatic reading of it on our way home from Cleveland today. The Skimmer and Blue Kid loved it. After all, I was a thespian!
Enjoy. And may you all experience closeness just because of nearness in the new year!
To the Class of 1981
The memories that gather round us will become dimmer through the years, and leave us only our tears, and we will remember our fears
The fear of growing old
The fear of selling our souls
And of things we might not be getting told
The sharing of new experiences, the excitement of strange occurances, and the feeling of closeness just because of nearness
Knowing each year brings the confrontation near
And each tear brings us closer to our fear.
But the joys of the years we've been together, and braved all weather will never be lost, and hopefully worth the cost.
All of the failures and so-called wins
And all of the "I don't cares" just to see the tears begin
All of the plans and all of the dreams to go to far away lands
And midnight schemes
All of the romance and one night stands
We've been through it all.
All of the climbs and all of the falls
All of the school until we thought we were full
All of the studying for tests, just trying to do our best
All of the love we felt and all of the raw deals we were dealt
Through all of the fights and all of the "all nights"
It all, including the bad and the good, has brought us closer to the light.
Actually, it sounds like a battle rap.
Posted by: Zombie rotten mcdonald | December 25, 2011 at 06:51 PM
Maybe PP could rap it!
Posted by: blue girl | December 25, 2011 at 07:27 PM
After all, I was a thespian!
Jesus will still forgive you beegee, if you are sincere.
~
Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | December 25, 2011 at 07:28 PM
Yes, but will Blue Kid ever forgive me?
"Mom, you were a thespian?!"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Dorky, Mom."
Posted by: blue girl | December 26, 2011 at 08:56 AM
He'll probably forgive you (if you get him a car for Christmas).
~
Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | December 26, 2011 at 04:02 PM
Holy crap, that kid who wrote the poem is subversive. I hope he was caught and re-educated.
"...things we might not be getting told..."?
"...each year brings the confrontation near..."?
"...all the raw deals we were dealt..."?
When I was a kid you could get in trouble thinking like that.
Posted by: Larry Jones | December 26, 2011 at 07:36 PM
All of the love we felt and all of the raw deals we were dealt
In my dramatic reading that was my favorite, award-winning line. lol
Posted by: blue girl | December 26, 2011 at 09:10 PM
Wait -- you didn't write it did you? My God, you're an anarchist.
Posted by: Larry Jones | December 27, 2011 at 01:25 AM
No, I didn't write it. I don't think I've ever been quite that rhymey.
But the joys of the years we've been together, and braved all weather will never be lost, and hopefully worth the cost.
Posted by: blue girl | December 27, 2011 at 07:25 AM
Through the years, what hasn't been lost,
is the need to rhyme at all cost.
Posted by: Another Kiwi | December 28, 2011 at 12:43 PM
After all, I was a thespian!
We all go through a period of experimentation.
Wait what?
Never mind.
Posted by: Emily Litella | December 28, 2011 at 01:46 PM
But no fear for big hair! They never warned about the big hair, did they...
Happy Almost 2012, BG!
Posted by: Jennifer | December 28, 2011 at 03:01 PM
Wow, Beeg, wow.
That poem is kinda...huh...
And really, who didn't have big hair? I think it was required.
Posted by: Von | December 30, 2011 at 11:26 PM
Yes, you are right, Von! Please tell my nieces because they are *still* making fun of me.
That poem is a thing of beauty. lol I envision whoever wrote it just pouring their heart out in that rhyme-y way, all serious, knowing it was going to make the yearbook. :) I'd love to know who wrote it.
Posted by: blue girl | December 31, 2011 at 09:39 AM
Happy New Year, BG!!! I hope it's fabulous.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 01, 2012 at 03:22 PM
Happy Happy, and where's the New Years Post?
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 02, 2012 at 03:31 PM
We had to make sure our hair was bigger than the Soviets'.
Posted by: Brando | January 04, 2012 at 03:36 PM
Funny, my kids were going through my yearbooks as well recently!
The big hair with big shoulder pads-then there was my Madonna stage.
No poems but, the eff word was all over the front and back of it where friends had left comments.
I just made tisking sounds as the kids LOL'd...
((Hugs))
Laura
Posted by: Laura | January 06, 2012 at 09:46 AM
You've disappeared! :(
Hola and Happy Merry Joyous times and stuff to you and all your sweet sweet loves, Ms BG!
Posted by: Bains | January 17, 2012 at 06:06 PM