Until that date next year, we thought it'd be fun to remember some of those crazy times that helped shape many of our lives. We'll recall and recant stories from the days of our youth--you'll cry, you'll laugh... you'll probably cry some more.
As befitting this occasion, I thought we'd begin our blog of memories with a story from none other than Mr. Tim McKee, as he remembers how his experience at high school began:
"I remember the first day of freshman year. I woke up late and had to rush to meet Tom Larkin and Alesia Williams because we were going to walk to High School because we lived a mile away. As we entered the west entrance by the gym, we felt so cool and grown up. Then... WHAM it hit us, we were the young punks again, bottom of the totem pole, measly little froshes. We got our schedules and homerooms along with a map. A, B, & C sections three floors as well. To this dyslexic 14 year old boy it might as well have been Mars. It took me until Christmas to find my locker without going to every section. One time, I was frantically trying to get to class and I remember asking a group of upper classmen (seniors) where room C312 was. I was on the right floor. They said, 'Hold on, it's easier if we take you there ourselves!' (Nice, I thought.) Two of them lifted me up by the arms and ran me down to the cafeteria and said; 'Ask the lunch ladies, they know everything!' and laughed and walked away. I kinda laughed and cried at the same time!"
We'd love to hear your own recollections of those olden days--remember your favorite teachers, antics in the "smoking lounge," building floats, the senior play, graduation, and everything in between.
Please send in your stories--and pictures! lots and lots of pictures!--to: rhs78blog@gmail.com. We hope, in the process to inspire many of you to make a plan, take the chance, make the trip and join us on this auspicious occasion. Be There or Be Square... Aloha!
