Yeah I know. You would think that after my buddy and I dominated our senior year book they would have got it right. They almost tossed out a bunch of our pictures because they said it looked more like "Tom and Jerry's" senior annual. :laugh: :laugh:
Re: Well...I started out as a "jock" and actually played soccer for 3 years... D-U-D-E, the mullet ROCKS!!! I like the ignition key! :Brow:
Jerry, Read the story about that car, I included a link at the end of my senseless dribble....I wish I kept it!!!!! That car would have been an AWESOME restoration car!!!! On a lighter note, I'm thinking of bringing back the mullet.....
High school for me was all about revenge for junior high. Originally from a middle to lower class Italian neiborhood in New York, my Father made a crap-load of money in the mid 70's with computers and the gold market. Suddenly wealthy, he moved our family to to an affluent town in California......Malibu. Home of the pretentious snob rich spoiled brat who had too much of everything. Needless to say, my Father lost all his $ like most people in late 78-79 when the gas crunch and other economic downfalls lead to mass window jumpings on Wall street. He managed to keep us living in the same place all through my adolescence, I came to learn later that my father was a genius in the finer arts of picking horses and card counting, he is a one of a kind. Anyway, now struggling middle class in snob central, you can say I had problems. I got picked on for not having name-brand clothes, maybe I liked playing baseball in a surf town, or maybe the Yankees beating the Dodgers every year was my fault too. Well Junior High was a nightmare but, then something strange happened the summer before High School....I grew. The years of drumming payed off, I was in a band playing all over town, Punk rock was cool if you knew and scary if you didn't and most of the rich snobs didn't. I became a lean mean Punk Drummer mess with me now and I'll kick yer arse machine. My 1970 Duster could hold my drums in the trunk, my friends, and plenty of room for beer. Before the days of 2000 db rap stereo, I had P.A. speakers blasting my favorite rude lyric punk toons eveywhere...yep...cops loved me. Glad it wasn't a Buick because I was too young to have any respect for it then. I made a point all through high school to make sure that all the snobs who wronged me earlier got the favor returned. My friends and I would crash the little rich kids parties and make a mess. One of my favorite things to do was to leave nasty messages written in ink on walls behind pictures so when the parents would come home and weeks or months later would re-arrange things, they would find out about Buffy's little party when they were off in Greece...lol Or the ever popular M-80 in the pickle jar in the fridge...also a fan favorite. I suppose by todays standards I'd consider my evil doings as harmless but, back then it was like clockwerk orange to us. Funny, years later I run into some of those snobs from time to time and it's almost always the same, they still live off mommy and daddy and have no life, not to mention they don't look so hot either, I guess the Malibu sun tan aint great when your 35. My friends and I still have a band and have aged pretty well, just goes to show that a solid beer diet in the garage instead of on the beach can do wonders. btw, I type this reply as my Father lay in a hospital fighting for life after a massive operation on Tuesday to repair a ruptured Aorta. Yes, he is one tough SOB just to be in a fight at all, most people die before getting to the hospital (John Ritter) He is improving a little bit at a time and has a good chance if he can make it through the next couple days. I thank all my fellow Buick nuts who give me something else to think about for even a short while during this crappy time in our lives. Thoughts and prayers thank you.
i was with punks my first year of high school, leather jackets, mohaks, chains, and fast music....after that they all graduated and i joined up with some friends i worked with, the smart gamer group that loved punk music, anything computers, spreading messages across school to stop all the racist activities...ehh it was a good enough time...but stupid people bugged me non-the-less....i got my 72 skylark in my senior year and everyone liked it, though there was 67 galaxie and a 71 dart swinger there too and his younger brother drove a 72 cuda with a bitchin 340...that was the fastest car around in high school, ran high 7's in the 1/8...mainly being straight-edge set me apart from the crowd and gave me a lot of credit with everyone but the drunks...and they really didn't matter... glad thats all 3 years behind me though...loving college and wrenching on all sorts of cars...mainly the ol' buicks! daniel
High school was kinda mixed for me, too. Had the lead roles in all of the plays, had a pretty kick-a$$ rock band.....both a lot of fun, but I didn't fit in to the "jocks" or the "burnout" cliques. What they did not know is that the "drama" group partied probably harder than any of them.....heck....our teacher/director would sit up in the prop room with us and toke away!:eek2: Teachers always liked me....got mostly "A"s........ Anyway, I used to be short(er)....only 5'3" in 10th grade. Used to have a couple of "burnouts" want to kick my butt....never knew why....but I was too fast...they could never catch me. Until one day when two of them did.....what the hell, had to fight back, ended up kicking the a$$ of one, the other just kinda watched, they never bothered me again!:TU: 10th grade, first car, '65 GS 4-speed...WOO-HOO! Same year, the head cheerleader liked me....WOO-HOO! 11th grade, grew a foot and all of the sudden was a skinny (135lb!) 6'3". 12th grade, got a '70 convertible 'Cuda (NEVER got beat on the street with either of my cars!)......................Then things went to hell...................... Had to quit the band.....doctor's orders....long story Met my soon to be wife (and then ex-wife), Suzy......made me quit everything else......what was I thinking?!ou: All-in-All, other than my Senior year, a pretty good memory.....lots of girls, plenty of money, fast cars, a rock band........ Boy was life a cake-walk back then!
I was an eighties metal head. Got into the dark music when it was getting into gear (started in `82/`83 when I heard the older kids playing Mercyful Fate on the school bus). I graduated in `88. I was into the whole image thing, but I didn't drink, smoke (anything), I didn't worship Satan or sacrafice cats. All the previous mentioned vices were rumors I had to deal with, but it gave me an air of mistque. I had long hair and wore the leather jacket with the sleeveless jean jacket with a painted mural on the back. I wore the spiked gauntlets, studded belts, etc. Would have done more but leather is expensive! Also was into cars, my Dad had a `68 Special 2dr sedan for a work car and I had my `71 Centurion. My nickname was "Motorhead" for both reasons: cars and metal music. Dave
Mercyful Fate, wow... brings back memories. I had the album "Melissa". King Diamond did some weird stuff vocally. I still love hearing Motorhead, probably more than I did then. Luckily I had an older cousin who got me into that stuff along with Thin Lizzy.
I had to do high school after already getting a degree and working for a couple years. Couldn't get accepted into engineering without it... That combined with living on my own and driving the Wagon back and forth to Cornwall every 3 months made it a very, very surreal experience.
Steve Everist...you and I are brothers... I didn't quite fit in anywhere. Quiet, took advanced classes...Physics, Calc, AP English and Auto Shop. The freaks were merciless in their torment of me. I wasn't a jock or really a brain...kind of a geek, I guess. I won 2nd a first place in state auot mechanic competition. Everyone thought I would be a mechanic, wish I had chosen that path now. I worked at Long John Silver's and drove my '72 Skylark Custom, silvermist. I was called Long John Silvermist... My identity was the car, it was well known in our small town of Bellevue, Nebraska. My 20 year reunion is this summer, I'm curious, but not going back. High School was NOT fun for me. I hope it's different for my children.
Nice thread Dan. I just happened upon it. Graduated 1989 from Highland High School - There were corn fields on all four corners of the school until they built a junior high accross the street. GPA 2.98 Senior prom sucked because my date (hoe) left with someone else and then I wrecked my car on the way home and had to walk 5 miles - in the dark - through the CORN FIELDS! I was a serious band nerd but was also on the wrestling team. If you made fun of me for being a band nerd, I would stick you in a locker. I also had a band on the side and that's where I made a lot of money. Too bad I spent it on video games. The worst part of high school was my softmore year when ALL of my friends went away to vocational school. College was all good though. MARK
Just graduate HS in 2001, so im new to this somewhat, im a junior in college now in the dirty south!:Brow: I went to St. Ignatius HS in Cleveland Ohio, well known for sports i wanted to win a state title there in fball but busted my knee sophomore year and didnt have the desire to waste time with playing anymore and besides girls/cars seemed a whole lot more interesting. BTW, my school one a state title in fball, basketball, track/field, baseball, basketball, crew (national title) all in my 4 years being there, we get a day off every title we win, and thats been like that since 1988ish? I have to say college is fun b/c i notice a lot of kids here didnt drink (ignatius in cleveland is looked at as the all white snobby hs, all boys, but its really the kids who are smart enough not to get caught!) i had friends do drugs and we all drank in hs, i think more than i do in college which is funny to me b/c im 22 now and i think i drink less than i did in hs. Managed to graduate with 3.4gpa on 4.2 scale, now applying for positions to intern with Marshal's office and FBI!! Car wise, stepfather owns used car lot, and he taught me well, still have only gotten 2 tickets , a rt hand turn with a no turn sign, and a car accident with my old 90 new yorker which i hit a 87 caddy that was rusted pos and my insurance didnt even go up. Driving the gn was fun beating up on stupid kid at school with M3 and other bmw like 325i, only other kid with musclecar with friend dave with 94 Z28 which now runs 11.80s street, daily driven in florida, and friend john with 91 5.0 with all done up motor, street trim ran low 12s, now has a new 03' cobra from what i heard. I had a lot of fun going by house to anabelles drive in and racing the local kids there Mentor high school still seems like a great place to do Dazed and Confused 2 because they have a diner and lot of kids there drive 5.0s, older musclecars, during late May early June when they are getting out of highschool, the kids are going crazy doing burnouts all over the parkway where Anabelles is located, like a launch pad at a dragstrip! Had some good street races. Girls have only dated a few in hs, my dream girl i took to prom with, but after that going to college, she changed completely and though we are still "friends" the love for each other is gone. One other girl i dated Lyndazey was gorgeous but had a rock for a brain so nothing there. Now dating a girl Sonya for last 2 years, beautiful red head from dallas texas (relocated to sarasota florida her parents retired there) and love her to death. We both agree if we do get married we will have at least 5 years of minimum of job security gone by so probably around 30 if we are still together. College is great, cleveland i love but the weather down here 300 plus days of sun you can not beat it! HS was great but college has its permanent relationships! In closing it does suck when you leave hs b/c your friends and you are never the same, i hung out with everyone, the rich kids, the poor kids, i hung around with probably 30-50 diff guys and b/c of them all over cleveland i met girls all over, but now if i get in touch with probably 15 of them per year its amazing! Sort of sucks, but ah that is life!:beer
I feel lucky that I enjoyed HS very much. I went to a small high school (my class had 190 students) and graduated in '83. Most of the classes (grade 9-12) got along. No real high profile jocks, heads or nerds but there were a few of each that did stand out. I would say that 90% of my class got along very well and we partied quite often together. I was not a pure jock but I did play football (2 years) and ran track (4 years). When I left school I held 3 track records and the last one was finally broke last year after standing for 20 years. I may have excelled in sports more if I would have took it more seriously and quit drinking uzzled: I was also able to date the head cheerleader for the last two years of school (score one for the nice guys because I am no Brad Pitt :laugh: ), No, I did not marry her.. I drove a 1971 4 door Skylark (stright 6 engine) that was totally rusted out and had studded snow tires 12 months of the year. Cool burnouts with sparks..... At our 20th class reunion it was like being back in school again, boy did we all party and have a good time. Can't wait for our 25th reunion... :beer
Huh....never thought about it, but I never went to even one dance during high school.....my band was usually playing for one! I think I had more fun!:laugh:
I was one of the bad kids. I was always getting suspended for fighting and finally got kicked out in my junior year. ________ Web Shows
I was in the group that wore trench coats and talked about bringing bombs and guns to school. We never actually DID any of that, but we talked about it. I still own a copy of the Anarchist's Cookbook. I don't think we were really angry at anyone, just really bored with school. I could have seen us blowing something up just to get a day off school, but not to hurt anyone. Other than that, I had big parts in 3 school plays, I was a captain of the speech team for 3 years, qualified for the all-state choir and eventually lettered in speech, drama, band, choir, and wrestling. I was even nationally ranked in competitive public speaking when I graduated. I drove a blue 79 Firebird Formula with a 2-barrel 301 and went to 6 different proms (nice having girlfriends all over the state :TU: ). Academically, High School was a snooze. I was bored with classes and got more B's than C's just to keep my car insurance cheap and so dad would let me keep the car. I never did any homework and I graduated in the middle of my class. Then I signed up for classes in automechanics and hydraulics and made the Dean's list my first semester in college. I could always do the work, I just wasn't motivated. I wasn't much of a partier until I turned 21. I guess living in Wisconsin for awhile finally drove me to drink. - Freed
... I was the wierdo loner that no one could get a read on. I had the one and only wire mesh see through locker in school. Was under constant supervision for no good reason and often overheard the teacher's talking S#%t behind my back. Got kicked out of computer class because i found i could make the other people in class laugh so much from my off the wall clip-art compilations in paintshop, that they couldnt concentrate on learning. Eventually was forced to leave after the random "drug dog in the classroom" alerted on my asthma medication, which they swear the dogs wont do. that led to threatning to call cops and get me strip searched. Anyways after our lawsuit against them was thrown out, my reputation was anything but good and in a small town like this one, hasnt changed one bit. Dont think i missed much, only had one teacher that knew algebra enough to teach it and i wasnt one of the lucky few that had that math class
John, I currently live in Bellevue, WA... freaky, huh? Just don't tell me you now live in a town named Marysville :shock: I worked in an auto parts store for two years after high school. I didn't know the difference between a clutch and a pressure plate when I started. I left for college after that, which led me down my current career path. No regrets. I'm looking forward to my 20 year, but I'm not sure why. I've only kept in touch with one person from high school over the years.
Just got out of HS 2 years ago, class of 02. My school graduated 89 which only had 33 girls... talk about a selection, you knew everything about everyone. School was mostly farmers, yeah we got a week out of school for the county fair and corn picking season. Anyway, I was never really in a clique... I hung out with the "sh!t kickers aka farmers, and the kids who there lives were based on hunting and trapping"... played baseball my freshman year, that ended when the buick showed up with a job. Shop teacher came to me when he had trouble with the olds 307 motor he was rebuilding for the auto class (which I never took). Never went to any dances, niether proms, never dated anyone from my school, always had to meet girls from neighboring schools. My weekends where at cruise-ins or the track. (I see it as dedication???) Graduated with a 3.7, took all the advanced classes, even some college corses as a senior. Now I'm going to school at the University of Cincinnati in Mechanical engineering, got a job as a design engineer at OPW-FC (next time you get gas, look who made the nozzle :Brow: ) Thats where im at today. If you check out the senior year book, you'll see me under Most Likely to get pulled over (8 times in 2 years, state liked to take my license alot. and Best Car (wait before you get excited, all the hype was about best truck). ANDY
