My last post was about an incident in Jr. High Choir. After I posted I was digging through old stuff for cartoon fodder, I came across a series of “misery is…” and “happiness is…” cartoons (which I’m pretty sure I stole from somewhere) that I think I just did for fun and for a friend. Thankfully, my style has changed a bit. Also, in this version, done far closer in time to the actual incident, I am in the front row as opposed to the back! I remember it now rather differently. It’s odd how the memory works.
Speaking of cats, mine is having a small surgery tomorrow therefore I’ll be obsessing over his recovery and might not be doing a new ‘toon. And by obsessing, I mean staring at him, following him around, wringing my hands (a la my favorite Muppet Beaker) and trying not to call the vet every ten minutes.
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.
Also, many of you may experience the wonderment of wordpress amping up the colors for whatever reason…
Be sure to click on the image to get a sharper…image. And if anyone can enlighten me as to how to make the image sharper without having to click on it, feel free!
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!