the upperclassmen years

January has just not gotten anymore exciting ( despite a road-trip to Las Vegas for a soccer tournament..and a neat hike in Snow Canyon and a fabulous dinner at Maggianos for Dallin's b-day..who Enjoys this town?! yuk.) I am going to continue my eulogy for my high school days ( you have been forewarned.) I went a different direction,maybe for lack of anything better to do ( and why didn't I consider academics a choice?) The "student government" gang. Why does this type think they are so great? And they exist in every school and organization , I realize that Woodside doesn't stand alone in this (dis)honor. It is a persona non grata that is full-of-themselves and I find nauseating. Unfortunately they can be found in every organization; schools,sororities ( does Jan Dodge still haunt the halls of the The Theta house?!) PTA, soccer moms and church members. Suffice it to say that all this disgust/mistrust of elected "officials" began in my Junior year. Luckily there were so very bright spots to save me, namely Kim Cole and Ricky Anderson, Alan Whitson,Bert Grunwald and best-of-the-best Stefan. High school would have been Nothing without Stefan. Rarely do gems like him come along. Stefan restores your confidence in truly good people. He deserves a complete blog entry. The drama gang was its own entity. it was wonderful and fun and we Made it cool!! Our teacher, or drama coach was a rare educator and individual. Senior year came and I went yet another completely different route. My heart was set on moving to Berkeley but I feel like I really made the most of the year I had left there. I became a wildkitten and absolutely loved that orange and white themed year. Lisa, Gretchen, Amy ,Charlene, Angie( said in a Rod Stewart voice ) and of course the truly fabulous Cynthia were all way too much fun. Football players from Redwood City were down to earth,sexy,rough and tumble-yet gentlemen.. Grima,Brett,Rob, Thurloe,Brian..a bunch of good guys. Totally different from all the guys I had known before. But change can be good.Shelly was my joined-at-the-hip best buddy.We enjoyed independence to the max. I grew up alot that year.I only see that in retrospect. Stefan was still at my side guiding me along.Sam was sitting like a pot of gold acroos the bay over in Berkeley. The future looked Bright. I shed tears leaving Woodside ,it had been quite the ride. For better and for worse it had been My experience. I needed to write it all down and go through it in my mind again..I am 50 you know and reflective as heck!!