My Life in Pictures
HIGH SCHOOL
With the Greatest Pool
Yeah, okay, I didn't actually ever enter the building above. That South High was torn down in the 60s or 70s and a new South High was erected
in a new location. But wouldn't that be rock star high school to go to?
My South High was a little less... pointy. But damn confusing. It was an "Open" high school, like my junior high. We had to call
our teachers by their last names, though, and there were actually walls.
Originally there were no walls—they were added in the 70s. Which made for some funky-ass class locations. You'd often have to wander
through other classrooms to get to your class. So imagine you're 10 minutes late to class (through no fault of your own) and you have to walk
through and distract one entire classroom, only to have to then get to your class and disrupt another entire classroom.
Freshman would aimlessly wander the halls on the first day, wondering where their class was. Upper classmen would direct freshmen to take a
left at the pool.
There was no pool.
We were unique for Minnesota high schools in that we had:
a) a designated smoking lounge on school property and,
2) the first Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender support group.
3) I suppose the in-school nursery was probably not so unique, but when I tell friends my high school had a nursery, they freak.
I don't know, I always thought it was cool that we had a nursery.
I think my biggest extracurricular achievement was being on my senior year yearbook staff as copy editor.
The worst part was that we had to type in senior yearbook captions. The computer editor and I (a very bright and cool woman who now works for
the CIA—true story) spent countless hours typing and proofing and reproofing captions like:
H o t l o o c h i l l i n
w/DSAHRDJAKSDLAKALS Goingout Partying withthecrew
AtDUhouse. Partying atAHlaye. Playing
cardsw the9lives crewm D2020Thetimes
atthe Appleriver whelefonw/DS AwmG go-
ingout w/RRAHCiAFRR andgetting
stormed. Taylors Falls onthelastdayof
schoolw/ AHKSAFDSAW that wasa close-
call...
And that is directly from my yearbook. It goes on for a bit longer, but I got tired of typing. Sure, some were brilliant (I quoted Douglas
Adams, thank you very much) but can you imagine showing your child your senior yearbook and having them ask, "Daddy, were you illiterate
in high school?"
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