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Mon Oct 7, 2013, 04:55 PM

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Cruising with my friend Marie in my shocking yellow 1972 Toyota Corona Mark II. The two of us, singing along with the radio and laughing hysterically. Us seeing "The Empire Strikes Back" at the Fountain Valley Drive-In.

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Bertha Venation Oct 2013 OP
cyberswede Oct 2013 #1
Goalie49009 Oct 2013 #2
cyberswede Oct 2013 #3
Goalie49009 Oct 2013 #4
Brother Buzz Oct 2013 #7
Goalie49009 Oct 2013 #8
Brother Buzz Oct 2013 #9
Goalie49009 Oct 2013 #10
Scuba Oct 2013 #5
B Calm Oct 2013 #6
elleng Oct 2013 #11
cyberswede Oct 2013 #18
elleng Oct 2013 #20
trof Oct 2013 #12
Taverner Oct 2013 #13
NV Whino Oct 2013 #14
Populist_Prole Oct 2013 #15
aint_no_life_nowhere Oct 2013 #16
Bertha Venation Oct 2013 #38
aint_no_life_nowhere Oct 2013 #42
Bertha Venation Oct 2013 #49
nomorenomore08 Oct 2013 #17
a la izquierda Oct 2013 #19
applegrove Oct 2013 #21
benld74 Oct 2013 #22
Earth_First Oct 2013 #23
rurallib Oct 2013 #24
femmocrat Oct 2013 #25
cristianmarie533 Oct 2013 #26
The Velveteen Ocelot Oct 2013 #27
raccoon Oct 2013 #35
Archae Oct 2013 #28
Kaleva Oct 2013 #29
Tobin S. Oct 2013 #30
Arugula Latte Oct 2013 #31
LiberalEsto Oct 2013 #32
PassingFair Oct 2013 #33
graywarrior Oct 2013 #34
ashling Oct 2013 #36
hunter Oct 2013 #37
blueamy66 Oct 2013 #39
bigwillq Oct 2013 #40
polly7 Oct 2013 #41
hobbit709 Oct 2013 #43
Myrina Oct 2013 #44
Dash87 Oct 2013 #46
Dash87 Oct 2013 #45
Hula Popper Oct 2013 #47
blueknight Oct 2013 #48
Worried senior Oct 2013 #50
u4ic Oct 2013 #51
kwassa Oct 2013 #52
Chan790 Oct 2013 #53

Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 05:00 PM

1. Marching band was fun...

did you know you can fit a 5th of vodka inside the bell of a baritone sax?

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Response to cyberswede (Reply #1)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 05:06 PM

2. My marching band had me march

 

with the damn bass clarinet trust me it got heavy and sucked

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Response to Goalie49009 (Reply #2)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 05:08 PM

3. That blows!



They sound cool, though!

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Response to cyberswede (Reply #3)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 05:11 PM

4. That blows

 

no I did .....wait that didn't help the situation at all

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Response to Goalie49009 (Reply #2)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:35 PM

7. My high school marching band had a cello player

Our band was compensated enough to actually buy uniforms the following year.

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Response to Brother Buzz (Reply #7)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:39 PM

8. Ok that cello player looks familiar

 

who is that....I know I'm going to after I find out though

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Response to Goalie49009 (Reply #8)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:45 PM

9. Woody Allen

Take the Money and Run was partly filmed in my area.

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Response to Brother Buzz (Reply #9)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:49 PM

10. That's right shit

 

that deserves

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 05:29 PM

5. We never got caught.

 

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:26 PM

6. The back seat of my 53 Chevy with a girl named Tina

 

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:51 PM

11. Choraleers

Brigadoon
Carousel
Kismet

Messiah

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Response to elleng (Reply #11)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 08:44 PM

18. We did Brigadoon!

It was a ton of fun!

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Response to cyberswede (Reply #18)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 08:57 PM

20. Yup, still is!!!

'Can't we two go walking together . . .
Heather on the hill!'

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 06:55 PM

12. The time I had a date with Miss Alabama to the governor's inaguration.

I was 18 and her escort.
It's a long story.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 07:15 PM

13. That pic is a keeper

 

Well this one isn't exactly, um, the kind of things adults brag about. But it was fun.

A bunch of my friends and I skipped school, it being summer. We drove through the Redwood Forests to Santa Cruz. We all took copious amounts of mushrooms and LSD. Watching the beach that day can be described as nothing short of magic.

I truly felt that "oneness" with everything - the rocks, the waves, the sand, the sky

It was as if the entire world was singing out to me to play with it.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 07:31 PM

14. Tennis and stage crew for the plays

I thin that about covers it.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 08:04 PM

15. Leaving it

Oh there were some good times here and there off campus, HS was nothing more than just something I had to get through to start ascending the rungs of life's ladder from early adulthood and on. My sense of self and well being skyrocketed after graduating HS.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 08:33 PM

16. My best memories are all related to music

like playing in my first rock band when I was 16 and playing venues like the enlisted man's club at the local base or practicing in the attic of my house in 100 degree heat and near 100% humidity in summer in Georgia. Or jamming with friends from high school who had local hit records down south in the 60s. Or going to concerts and seeing The Seeds, The Shadows Of Knight, The Young Rascals, The Soft Machine, The Vanilla Fudge, or Jimi Hendrix.

Another nice memory was getting my first car in 1967, an off-white 1960 MGA that cost me $600. I remember driving it for the first time and turning on the radio and hearing what was already an "oldie", The Dave Clark Five singing Glad All Over.




By the way, I remember the Fountain Valley drive-in and went there a few times. There was another one in nearby Costa Mesa, The Paulo, off Paularino Street. Alas, they are no more. I live about one minute's drive from Fountain Valley.

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Response to aint_no_life_nowhere (Reply #16)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 11:43 AM

38. If I may ask

Where do you live now? Huntington Beach is my hometown.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Reply #38)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 12:21 PM

42. Mine too

right off Slater and Beach, near the Fountain Valley line.

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Response to aint_no_life_nowhere (Reply #42)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 03:33 PM

49. god, I am so homesick

I lived with my Grandma at Slater & Magnolia in my later teens, but mostly grew up around Brookhurst & Adams - Beach & Adams.

neighbor

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 08:36 PM

17. Smoking bud out of a soda can, drinking Bacardi Limon (blecch) straight from the bottle,

prank calls to random phone numbers, gorging on cheap Chinese food, getting so drunk I pissed myself (once). Certainly a more innocent time, though, nothing "harder" than weed or alcohol...

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 08:56 PM

19. Graduating

Dating a guy that I really loved.
Even better, finally getting him out of my mind, more than a decade after the last time I saw him.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 09:06 PM

21. I remember going across the bridge to Hull, Quebec to go

to "les raftsmens" beer drinking hall. It was huge. There was always someone singing French Canadian songs live there. I was so shy. But, with endless beer, I would get up the nerve to say something out loud to someone after a while.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 09:08 PM

22. When having $5 in my pocket allowed,

Food
Gas
My percentage towards the beer purchased
and
Entrance to the local night life establishment

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 09:15 PM

23. LSD

It might sound vain, but my education not withstanding; I owe a lot of my mental and emotional development as an individual to the days spent consuming lsd with friends.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 09:29 PM

24. couple things

but the sledding parties with the beer buried in the snow.

And the music. I was a freshman when the Beatles arrived and I was leaving HS with the Monkees and I thing Simon & Garfunkel were at their height.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 10:09 PM

25. All of my memories of HS are good.

Wish I could go back.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 11:13 PM

26. The best years of my life were during my high school years.

 

Those were the days. A time where I fooled around a lot, without a care in the world. Of course, my grades suffered a lot, but that's another story.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 11:17 PM

27. My only good memory of high school was the day I graduated.

I remember sitting in the gym in my cap and gown, sweating because it was really a hot day and I was crowded in there with some 600 other kids. And I remember thinking something like, thank god I'm finally done with this miserable hellhole.

I hated high school. Every fucking minute of it.

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Response to The Velveteen Ocelot (Reply #27)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 02:41 PM

35. I second that emotion. nt

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 11:21 PM

28. Being actually noticed. (For all of 10 minutes.)

I beat a guy from Kohler in air hockey, at the YMCA in Sheboygan, at Homecoming.

I was actually noticed in a good way for all of 10 minutes.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Mon Oct 7, 2013, 11:31 PM

29. Going to the bar at noon hour for a liquid lunch with my friends

We sometimes didn't bother going back to school for the afternoon classes and we were pretty darn drunk by the time we got on the bus to go home after school was let out.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 05:25 AM

30. I have none.

I was such an ass back then that I'd like to forget it all.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 11:59 AM

31. My favorite day was the day I got accepted by the college I'd wanted.

 

I wish I'd enjoyed high school more, but there was a high ratio of nasty to nice people at the one I went to.

I did get a very good education, and good grades. There were a few good times with friends.

My overwhelming memory is of feeling claustrophobic, both in the literal and psychological sense. The school had few windows and everybody was judging everyone else.

But mostly I felt self-conscious, unattractive, and not up to snuff socially.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 12:44 PM

32. Driving our German teacher crazy

 

The day we all launched paper airplanes simultaneously.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 01:42 PM

33. Making out with a crush INSIDE the homecoming float during homecoming parade.

Taking turns pulling the rope that waived the arm of the school mascot.



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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 01:43 PM

34. My first high.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 06:22 PM

36. These are the my good memories of high school

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Tue Oct 8, 2013, 06:55 PM

37. Going on high school field trips for classes I wasn't in.

I think a few responsible adults in our high school knew I was gaming their attendance system but they never called me on it. I always had a parent permission slip handy when I got on the bus.

The rest of high school pretty much sucked. It was a violent "Lord of the Flies" experience. One of my nicknames was "queerbait." I quit for college. There wasn't any GED then -- the high school principal and college administrators simply signed off on it. I had rotten grades because I didn't always go to school, but I had the second highest scores on standardized testing for all the district. (BTW, I think standardized testing is bullshit. I can fill in the bubbles just fine, but I muddle through life...)

College had a special class for us minors, basically it was teaching us weirdo jailbait nerds how to stay out of trouble. One of my friends was a girl who did get in trouble. We got college credit for that class. I don't remember what sort of general education the credit it was good for.

College was 1000% better than high school. No more physical assaults. But it was an odd experience as a minor, especially in classes with regular field trips. There were a few professors who were very uneasy having minors in their classes because there were adults behaving like adults on their field trips.

I remember one field trip where a grandmotherly woman took me under her wing for a six days and my mom got all worried we were having some kind of kinky Harold and Maude relationship. We were not. I was simply driving her car. Little did my parents know the serious relationship I was in at the time was way worse than that.



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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 12:05 PM

39. My Religion class, away basketball games, retreats

 

building the homecoming floats while drinking beer, winning State, wearing uniforms, putting $2.10 worth of gas in my friend's Chevette, cruising Central in my other friend's 66 Chevelle,

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 12:05 PM

40. Tons of good memories

 

Football games, all school sports, really; hanging with friends; parties



Too many good ones to name but I'll give one specific time:

Was hanging with three friends, we were going to visit one of the friend's sister at college about 45 minutes away.

On the way back, we were driving on this isolated road near a river.

An opossum darted across the road and one of the friend's, who was smart book-wise but not-so-smart with common sense goes:

"OMG, an armadillo!"



Now, we live in CT. Armadillos don't live in CT!

So from that day on, we called opossums armadillos!


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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 12:15 PM

41. Deciding to skip the track and field meet for one year, even though we'd both

entered everything earlier ... it was just too frigging cold!, and going down town with my best friend at noon, then finding a huge joint in her pocket ..... we smoked it and headed back to school and out to the long-jump pit where the rest of our class was already finishing up. The teacher called out first Moe's name - she jumped, and was in the lead, then mine - I jumped and broke the school record (and held it for 5 years!). We were in our tight jeans and jackets and hadn't warmed up or done anything at all yet, the other girls all in their gym shorts and t-shirts were shivering and freezing. Neither of us could do our next jumps very well because we were laughing too hard. Our friends were not happy, a bit of an understatement, actually ... they didn't speak to us for days.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 01:26 PM

43. My best memory of high school was graduation. I left and never looked back.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 01:31 PM

44. The day I graduated.

n/t

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Response to Myrina (Reply #44)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 01:35 PM

46. The day I graduated, there was a beautiful sunset.

I still have a picture of it.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 01:33 PM

45. The summers - just messing around with friends

Having no responsibilities or worries in the world. That was the best part.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 02:50 PM

48. i hate reading about

people who had miserable times in high school. it breaks my heart! i loved high school, so much fun! i would go back in a minute. why did a lot of people have such a miserable time?

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 07:02 PM

50. I don't have a lot of

good memories.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 07:54 PM

51. One of the very few good memories of high school

I was in grade 9, had just started. I was exceedingly shy. There was a school trip on a Saturday 1.5 hrs out of the city for a trail ride. I signed up.

We went in two groups - not long after someone rode up and said one guy couldn't control his horse, anyone want to ride it? He was a difficult horse, only out because we had such a large group. Having ridden for much of my life, I said I'd trade.

The horse had dumped the star athlete who was in grade 12, and who was also the student president. The horse was testy, but I had few problems because of my riding background. When we got back to the stable I was lauded by the stable owner - it was rare to find someone who would ride him owing to his obnoxious behavior, and as well as I did.

Each time I saw the president/start athlete in the hallway, he would always comment to me and the others he was with about the incident, and my athletic skills. For me, it was a huge confidence boost. That was pretty much my 15 minutes of fame in high school. Lol

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 08:08 PM

52. Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll

I was a local in a college town in the late '60s, when in high school.

It was a very liberal college in a conservative state. We experimented with all these new things.

and my friends and I went to Woodstock, as well. A mess, total chaos, but great fun, overall.

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Response to Bertha Venation (Original post)

Wed Oct 9, 2013, 08:47 PM

53. I had a lot of sex and nearly won a state championship in football.

 

I also got thrown out of the state Academic Bowl competition...for being right. It was one of those "Moops" type situations. It was a great laugh. I loved High School. I loved college too.

I've always made a point to try to love where I am in life...but I cannot love Metropolitan DC.

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