Rewind to 1984

The Girl seems to think that I don't remember what it is like to be in high school, and all the "dumb" stuff that happens there.  So I broke out the journals and today I'd like to share something that happened this week in 1984.  I would have been The Boy's age--a freshman in high school.  If my teen aged children keep up this argument this may become a weekly blog post.  Just warning you.

March 10, 1984

The Young Author's conference went pretty well.  Ginger and Melanie both said we did well.  The volleyball team played again today.  I made about 5 points total.  Tonight's party started at 7:30 but Richelle, Wanda and I didn't come until about 8:15 because we went to see "Footloose" again.  Richelle hadn't seen it before.  (I think it;'s better the first time.) The party was alright though. Scott didn't come and neither did Jim.  Bart was there though.  Last night when we went shopping I left my retainer at Carl's Jr in Salinas.  We have to wait until Monday to call Dr. Hawke.  I can't wait.  He's gonna give me the third degree.  I'm gonna give mom the privilege of calling him.  My mouth feels lonely without it.  That's it.  All for now.

So I did make dumb mistakes...and had the same kind of issues The Girl seems to think are hers along and that no one will EVER understand.  Too bad, so sad.  Being a teenager just stinks.  Always has, always will.