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Back To School: Remembering High School (Pictures)

image from www.chicagoreader.com The Chicago Reader asked a bunch of local / alt weekly luminaries including Dan "It Gets Better" Savage (pictured) and teacher union president Karen Lewis to reflect on their childhood memories of high school (Back to School).  

Who cares about them, though -- what I want to know is what you, my educationista friends, remember best (or worst)?  Be you famous or famous-for-education or not famous at all, share your memories.  We want to know (or at least, I do).  I'll go first in comments, assuming you don't get their first.

And also, what'd you look like back then? 

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still looking for a picture but i remember that i started high school with broken glasses, a lot of black t-shirts, an obvious but as-yet unmet need for braces, and vague hopes for a fresh start despite the fact that i wasn't changing schools just moving to a new hallway. oh, and i wanted to make the varsity soccer team really badly.

Thanks for posting that link. As a member of the class of of 67, I feel closest to Karen Lewis, saving up for her in-your-face green bell bottoms.

Her story helped me remember the intense meaning I actually did invest in my personal clothing items at that age, and in that time. I'll try to remember it next week, when I meet my new class of 2014 students.

I wonder if breaking my middle school cat's eye glasses across the bridge was an accident or not, but I really did prefer the statement of wearing them with the taped middle until I got cool rectangular frames, in keeping with my intellectual aspirations. And I had a little pair of shoes that looked kind of French, but the soles had worn through in the middle so I cut cardboard outlines every morning and put them inside. All the while, sublimely indifferent to fashion, of course. Oh, and in patterned black stockings.

I'd like to know why Karen dropped out. I walked out in the middle of one day in my senior year, and only found out years later that my high school had gotten my Aptos Community College record for that fall and graduated me anyway.

She is right about the 1968-69 year. We all rode that one together, in a way, and she'll be my sister forever for it.

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