I’ve been reminiscing about Logan: The High School Years lately, mostly because of our impending 10 year reunion. I can’t believe that it’s already been 10 years since graduation, but I’m definitely looking forward to our reunion. That is, of course, if anyone can tell us when it’s actually taking place.
I was invited to join a Facebook group called SDHS - Class of ‘98. And I did, along with 11 or 12 other people. One of which was our class president. While we were never the greatest of friends, we had some overlap in our Venn diagram of acquaintances and activities. One such overlap was spending our junior and senior year on the Knight Life Yearbook staff. As yearbook staff members one of our primary responsibilities was selling ads. Which meant that we had to leave the school and do cold sales visits. Luckily, Rudy was smart enough to build yearbook around all three lunch periods, sparing the staffers from overpriced a la carte Little Debbie snacks.
In a weird phenomenon, we all really got along as a staff. At least during yearbook’s class period. On the aforementioned lunches, we’d often converge upon Snappy Tomato Pizza, Frisch’s or Ponderosa and spend our entire class period goofing off. Later in the year, when actual work had to be done, we’d find one of two parties to head out and run errands, which always included a visit to a local Drive-Thru with 12-15 separate orders. Despite Taco Bell’s stated policy on 2 orders max per car. But not everyone would participate in our loving luncheons. Our class president, for 1.
Immediately following Christmas break, she’d embark on a strict saltine diet. A sleeve of Zestas a day comprised her daily diet. Hey, got to squeeze into that prom dress from Macy’s-Kenwood somehow. She’d rip open the sleeve at the beginning of yearbook class, and leave it laying on her desk. Of course, we’d all help ourselves. You’ve not seen a sleeve of crackers disappear so fast until you leave them around in front of 15 hungry seniors awaiting their Taco Bell.
“Kids, that’s Jessi’s lunch,” she’d say. “Let’s keep that in mind.” To which I wanted to reply, “How about some peanut butter and cheese in tomorrow’s lunch? Let’s mix things up a bit!”
Needless to say, she’s responsible for planning our reunion. The date of which keeps getting moved due to her pregnancy. I’ve heard she’s supposed to give birth in July, and that the reunion will be in the fall. Only a few months to get that baby weight off, but something tells me she’s got a couple of tricks up her–um–sleeve.
Pun intended.
I also am having my 10 year reunion this summer. I can’t believe it has been 10 years either! We are having our 2 days before my bday and at the brewery back home, after party to be at our annual city festival. So pretty much we are getting drunk or drinking ALL DAY. Sounds fun doesn’t it????
Left by Stacy on May 19th, 2008