Thursday, August 19, 2010
Record your life - ninth grade was all about a boy...
I know, right!?
Oddly enough - I saw that boy tonight, at a viewing for his aunt who had passed away this past Monday. I hadn't actually seen him in at least five years. It's probably even been more - I just know the last time I saw him I was at my previous job and I've been where I'm at now almost five years.
Anyways, this boy in ninth grade actually happened in the summer between eighth and ninth grade. I was a band nerd (yep!) and started playing trumpet in sixth grade. Every four years our high school band group went to Disney World at Christmas break to march in the New Years Day Parade (it was amazing!). In order to save money up for that trip, we worked at our local newspaper stuffing the "guts" of the paper in (the ads and inserts). We never actually received any money - we just tracked our time and the newspaper paid the money directly to the band director (well, probably a secretary but we never saw the cash). We did this starting June that summer...because my class was going to get to go that Christmas! So my freshman year of high school, I was able to go to Disney World with my fellow band mates (mostly my best friends!) and had an absolute blast.
So while working at the newspaper, I got to know some of the upperclassmen (they had to work too - I'm sure there was a certain requirement but then I think you could also go above and beyond to not have to pay any out of pocket). One of the upperclassmen was a guy - C. He was going to be a SENIOR. Yeah, I thought I was hot stuff.
We got to know each other pretty well and by August that year (my freshman year, his senior) he asked me to be his girlfriend and gave me his class ring (which I think I wore more than he ever did!). My parents weren't SUPER excited about it...he was 2 1/2 years older than me (I was an old one in my class and he was a young one) and he d.r.o.v.e. A car. Mmmhmmm. It wasn't until I turned 15-years-old in November that they would let me ride with him...and then it wasn't to be outside of the town limits (which isn't very far).
We spent a lot of time together that year. Because we were so involved with band - we spent the whole summer together (band camp you know...like six hours a day - preparing for State Fair competition) and then into the fall was football games and then pep band through the winter for basketball. Then spring rolled around and it was time for him to graduate.
I'm sure at the time I was devastated. I loved him (as much as a 15-year-old can love someone) and didn't want him to go away. I don't remember now when we broke up for sure... I know we dated through is first semester at ISU and maybe even that whole year and maybe even after that. I think I'd have to go find my old diary to remember for sure.
Anyways - he was a great guy and today when I saw him...I didn't say a word to him. See, he married this girl (sometime in the spring of 1995, which I only remember because when I went to his sister's graduation open house he "wasn't allowed" to talk to me) and well, she doesn't like me. Not sure why but she doesn't. So today at the funeral home I gave hugs to his sister (who was like a sister to me!) and his parents (whom I still love to pieces and even told them so) and kinda walked right past him. It pretty much sucked. We spent the better part of two years...probably even closer to three together.
So ninth grade was all about C. He meant the world to me!
This is my eleventh post with Mommy's Piggy Tales recording my memories in just 15 weeks. If you're interested in doing the same for yourself, swing by her place to check it out!
Click here to read my post from last week, where my eighth grade memories are about nothing! Okay, so maybe nothing but it certainly wasn't much in the memory department!