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Post by gato on Mar 31, 2020 8:47:36 GMT -5
Break out those high school yearbooks. Find the picture of the guy or gal judged "most likely to succeed."
Was it you? Didn’t think so.
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Post by Auf Kiltre on Mar 31, 2020 8:55:40 GMT -5
I actually just put my only yearbook (graduating class of 77) in the attic, not 5 minutes ago.
The funny thing I recall from my 20th class reunion was a guy coming in that looked like he belonged on the cover of Aqualung. He was our class "Prom King". And the word was he was a dentist. WTH?
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Post by Mfitz804 on Mar 31, 2020 8:58:01 GMT -5
I took mine out with the intention of showing my daughter, until I realized that the inscriptions were basically a transcript of all of the nonsense and debauchery I engaged in in high school.
So now it’s “lost” and she can deal with my college and law school books lol.
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Post by K4 on Mar 31, 2020 10:41:53 GMT -5
But BUT DAAAAD, you did worse!!!!
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Post by HenryJ on Mar 31, 2020 10:59:44 GMT -5
Don't know where my HS yearbooks are. I do know where the college books are, though.
And I am not sure who was the most likely to succeed. I have not kept up with the place, since that was north Louisiana and I moved to SE Louisiana nearly 50 years ago. And we don't do Facebook.
However, my younger brother still lives in north Louisiana. A few years ago when we went up there to visit him and his wife, I noticed that one of my classmates had become a grocery store tycoon. He inherited a local grocery store from his dad and expanded in several places in north Louisiana. So I am thinking he is the most successful of all my classmates.
I would have never pegged him as "Most Likely to Succeed." But he succeeded fabulously.
No, I was not voted "Most Likely to Succeed." I had this dubious distinction: On graduation night, scholarships were handed out to several of my fellow graduates. Of all the students who did NOT get a scholarship, I was the one with the highest grade-point average.
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Post by Taildragger on Mar 31, 2020 11:42:55 GMT -5
Still have all my yearbooks, but have never been to a single reunion. I'm not particularly interested in re-connecting with some of the people I knew back then.
Especially one girl that I went out with briefly during my senior year. Very pretty shewas but, as I soon discovered, crazy as a loon. She actually stalked me for about 3 years after I stopped dating her. She'd call me in the middle of the night, high on LSD and threatening to kill my (then current) girlfriend. Found out later that she had been hanging out with the Manson Family before they got arrested (and while she was carrying a torch for me), that they'd been living only about 100 yards up the hill from where I lived at the time and that she used to spy on me with binoculars from there. Those discoveries made the hair stand up on the back of my neck just a little bit, I'll tell ya.
After I had left the area and just before the Tate-La Bianca murders, some of the Manson group murdered a guy, musician Gary Hinman, about 3 miles south of my old place. Not long after they got rounded up and incarcerated, I bumped into that same girl were I was living, 400 miles away. She had stolen a letter from my folk's rural mailbox to find out where I was via the return address on the envelope. Kept my head on a swivel for awhile after that, but I never saw her again.
Ah...fond memories of high school...
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Post by Chris Greene on Mar 31, 2020 11:50:56 GMT -5
I only bought the yearbook for my senior year. We didn't do that sort of thing at our school. Your photo, name, and grade was it.
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Post by Mfitz804 on Mar 31, 2020 12:22:04 GMT -5
But BUT DAAAAD, you did worse!!!! She should only know LOL.
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Post by rickyguitar on Mar 31, 2020 13:49:27 GMT -5
Hmmm....I am thinking the yearbook is somewhere. Wasn't behind the dryer with the hammer. No reunions. My graduating class was over 200, as I recall. Of that there were prolly less than 20 I cared to associate with. Never wanted to go visit the rest if them.
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Post by Mfitz804 on Mar 31, 2020 14:07:49 GMT -5
I only bought the yearbook for my senior year. We didn't do that sort of thing at our school. Your photo, name, and grade was it. We only had a yearbook senior year. Of course, we had a graduating class of 1,000, so that was a big book.
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Post by Leftee on Mar 31, 2020 14:09:23 GMT -5
I never bought a yearbook. Looking back... meh! I’m not bothered. No regerts.
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Post by slacker 🐨 on Mar 31, 2020 14:52:37 GMT -5
We had a class of 450. None of the stereotypical "most likely to succeed"crap in our yearbook.
I don't show up much in my senior yearbook, but I was mostly checked out by the. I had 3 classes the first semester (one was gym) and two the second. I showed up at 11:10 and was done at 1:30 with a lunch break in there. Good thing since I was commuting 25 miles each way...
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Post by matryx81 on Mar 31, 2020 15:35:26 GMT -5
I took mine out with the intention of showing my daughter, until I realized that the inscriptions were basically a transcript of all of the nonsense and debauchery I engaged in in high school. So now it’s “lost” and she can deal with my college and law school books lol. I can relate to this. I am unsure when I will not be so reticent to let my children see my yearbooks. I was chosen most likely to be on Jerry Springer. It never happened, but I do remember that some of the top viewed members of my class didn't quite turn out being the creme de la creme in life. I do recall that when it was time to go the gymnasium for our senior picture (4th hour, and it was about 10:50 A.M.), one guy tried to get me to go after I indicated a lack of interest in doing so. His effort was unsuccessful and I have never regretted skipping that photo op. Like most, about 80% of my class I haven't seen since graduation day and I am happy to keep it that way.
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Post by hilltop87 on Mar 31, 2020 15:47:29 GMT -5
I think I buried my yearbook.
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Post by Chris Greene on Mar 31, 2020 16:49:46 GMT -5
Interesting yearbook story: I graduated in 1968 and have my yearbook for that year. I'm in it twice, I believe - formal photo and photo of me with other photo club members. Here's the interesting part. Sometime in the mid-2000's on a visit to LA, I stopped by my old high school, once a jewel in the LAUSD system but, now, more of a lock-up due to the busing laws and a different student body. The school was open and I went to the Admin office just to see who I might say hello to. There was a teacher who turned out to be a classmate of mine although I didn't know him then. Amazingly, on his desk was a mint copy of our yearbook and I expressed surprise that he had it there. He told me it was an extra copy and asked if I wanted it. So now, I have two copies.
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Post by Rick Knight on Mar 31, 2020 17:02:33 GMT -5
Break out those high school yearbooks. Find the picture of the guy or gal judged "most likely to succeed." Was it you? Didn’t think so. No, it was not.
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Post by Rick Knight on Mar 31, 2020 17:05:52 GMT -5
But BUT DAAAAD, you did worse!!!! I told my daughter (post high school) that, regardless of how frustrated she made me at times, she was never as bad as I was at the same age.
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Post by Mfitz804 on Mar 31, 2020 18:18:33 GMT -5
But BUT DAAAAD, you did worse!!!! I told my daughter (post high school) that, regardless of how frustrated she made me at times, she was never as bad as I was at the same age. My daughter is about to be 13 and probably hasn’t heard of half the stuff I was doing at that age.
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Post by Rick Knight on Mar 31, 2020 18:29:17 GMT -5
My daughter is about to be 13 and probably hasn’t heard of half the stuff I was doing at that age. 13? Good luck to you.
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Post by Mfitz804 on Mar 31, 2020 18:45:57 GMT -5
Yup, April 19th she’ll become a quaran-teen.
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Post by gato on Apr 1, 2020 6:04:56 GMT -5
Yup, April 19th she’ll become a quaran-teen. Just be supportive by saying, "Honey, I know exactly what you're going through." Stand by for the eye roll and door slam. It may help to stand outside her door and say, "don't forget to brush your teeth ... be sure and floss!" Been there, done that.
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Post by Bbendfender on Apr 1, 2020 8:37:50 GMT -5
I look at my old yearbooks now and then. I graduated in 1967 from a small school in northeast Texas. The guy who was voted Most Likely To Succeed never amounted to anything after graduation. He ended up a drunk and unable to work. He just recently went through rehab.
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Post by gato on Apr 1, 2020 8:55:55 GMT -5
I look at my old yearbooks now and then. I graduated in 1967 from a small school in northeast Texas. The guy who was voted Most Likely To Succeed never amounted to anything after graduation. He ended up a drunk and unable to work. He just recently went through rehab. Seems like a general rule that the #1 jocks and cheerleaders reach their zenith in their senior year of highschool, and then spiral down after that. Maybe it's because they had become so used to being the center of the universe in school, that they can't handle becoming just ordinary again, when they hit the streets, looking for work. The boss going over the job application, only sees the misspellings and incomplete sentences. He doesn't care how many touchdowns the applicant scored in the Big Game two years ago.
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Post by oldnjplayer on Apr 1, 2020 9:47:45 GMT -5
Funny I went to an all guy high school and we had to wear our uniforms for the yearbook. It was a regional High School so i really did not remain friends with any of my "classmates" although there some I was friendly with at the time. I remained close to some of my Jr. High friends and look more fondly on that year book.
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Post by Taildragger on Apr 1, 2020 10:29:08 GMT -5
I told my daughter (post high school) that, regardless of how frustrated she made me at times, she was never as bad as I was at the same age. My daughter is about to be 13 and probably hasn’t heard of half the stuff I was doing at that age. My daughters are in their 30s and I still haven't told them about some of the stuff I did during my misspent youth. Always cracked me up when they were in grade school and junior high and some of the other kids' parents would be telling their children about all the beer they drank and drugs they took when they were young (and some were still going at it strong as parents). I think they thought that would make their kids think they were "cool" or something.
Some of them would use the excuse, "oh, I don't want to lie to my kids...I want to be honest with them." Then they'd tell their kids, "but I better not catch you doin' that!" Some of those kids wound up strung out or in jail. Kids watch what you do a lot more than they listen to what you say: you can't party like an animal in front of them or "talk up" that sort of behavior without giving them the idea that that's how adults are supposed to act.
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Post by hilltop87 on Apr 1, 2020 10:49:52 GMT -5
There was a guy in my class that had the perfect hair. Blonde, parted in the middle and feathered. The girls all loved it.
He would strut the halls with it flowing and his oversized comb in his back pocket. He was really into keeping looking perfect. He was actually a pretty cool guy.
Fast forward about 20 years and I run into him at a bar one of my buddies owns in my old hometown. He had a ball cap on but I could still see the blonde locks. I asked him if he still had that awesome head of hair.
He removed the cap and was modeling the Ben Franklin look. We both started laughing and then had a few beers.
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Post by swampyankee on Apr 2, 2020 8:51:57 GMT -5
My old yearbook holds nothing of value for me. My senior profile was passed over after I refused a picture or comments, and they had no superlatives to list, unless of course you counted bad attitude and drug use...
But I've found that age is the great equalizer. It doesn't matter whether you were a jock or a stoner. We've all had careers, raised children, and these days we can all share stories about our kids and ailments.
Since our 40th reunion, one of our classmates has been keeping everyone in touch via Facebook, and has organized get togethers. She even brought people out to hear my band when we were playing locally.
Funny story, I volunteered to fund-raise for a Founder's Day event in my hometown. I stood in front of the door of my old high school before a town meeting and asked for donations, saying "I graduated from this place 45 years ago, and look at me now. Standing on the curb panhandling!"
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Post by gato on Apr 2, 2020 9:29:11 GMT -5
My parents insisted on me having a senior year book and a senior ring, positive that I would regret it later in life if I didn't have both.
I've never been to a high school reunion; they didn't know me then, why would they know me now?
Oh ... and I graduated in Port Jefferson, New York. Kind of a long haul from Socal.
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Post by hushnel on Apr 2, 2020 10:22:49 GMT -5
No, I don’t have it, never cared to have it, I wasn’t in it. Mom and Dad wanted me to have it and the ring. I graduated from the same High School they both graduated from, though a different location when I graduated. I attended 4 different High Schools. A freshman at H.H Arnold in Wiesbaden Germany, in the middle of my second year dad was transferred to Washington DC, I was placed in Bethel Park High School for a few months until Dad got settled in and purchased a home in Hillcrest Heights MD, I finished 10th and 11th grade at Potomac Sr. High School. Then Dad retired, he had no choice, he tried to find work in Florida and did but they wanted him to take over the Pittsburgh area. My senior year was back to Bethel Park Sr. High School. The year book pictures were taken the year before.
Not that there was anything anyone could do but it was the worst time of my life. It started the day we returned to America, that very morning we pulled into NY Harbor on the SS United States, dad came into my brother and my birth and told us cousin Tim was killed in Viêt Nam, the funeral was about a week later.
Except for the few months right after we came home to the States I managed to get into bands, bass players have always been at a premium. The last year at Bethel Park was really bad but I did manage pickup gigs and eventually put a group together. It was tough breaking in as a 12th grade new kid in a town that had very few new students. I think the last new kid was during the potato famine. I still have three friends from those years, including H.H. Arnold. I’ve survived it, it was a bad time but it, in part, made me who I am and I’m grateful for how I turned out. I still miss cousin Tim though.
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