Seventh grade really should have been called the Seventh Circle Of Hell. Seventh graders (when it was called “Junior High” and not Middle School) were at the bottom of the food chain and were lorded over by the ninth graders. I enjoyed choir, though. Mostly. After the ‘toon, I’ve included a photo of myself around this age. I’m sporting the growing out of a “shag” haircut, courtesy of my mom. One of the songs we sang for this performance was “Sweet Betsy From Pike”. An interesting tale, that was sanitized for our delicate age. Her “lover” Ike was made into her husband. And I’m not sure how many verses we sang – from what I’ve seen it was a long tale. Sweet Betsy held off “Injuns”, nearly died in the desert, was eyed by Brigham Young in Utah and Ike ended up divorcing her for dancing with a miner. Another I recall was “I’ve Got Spurs That Jingle Jangle Jingle” about a roaming cowboy who romanced tons of women, but left them because, I guess, he preferred his jangling spurs.
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My anxiety over shopping and clothes and fashion and style no doubt started as soon as I became aware that people often looked at other people. I longed to be the type that could toss on anything and look brilliantly put together. But I imagine even those people stared into their closets for extended periods of time. My mom also hated shopping which explains why she preferred to drop me off at the mall. These days I am thrilled to be able to do most shopping online, though I do venture into a mall on occasion. Generally, I wander about, feeling more and more morose, until I shuffle out to head home hoping for a nap. The “rust” corduroys featured below, which I bought in 1980ish, I kept for 25 years hoping orange, pleated pants that were tight around the ankles would come back into style.
And below the toon, a bonus photo of Fabulous Dan and myself playing around with the Halloween wigs for sale in the shop which sold theatrical supplies. He was a hoot!
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The story of my crush on BJ continues.
Greetings Boys and Girls. Been awhile. Dipping my toe back in the toon pool. Enjoy this brief look into my Jr. High years. Another is on deck for later in the week – BJ and me in gym class!
A return to 2010 and The First Dwayne Head Explosion! Good times. New episodes soon, boys and girls!