Ok, rather than get carried away with every memory I have from school, I’m going to focus on the activities, clubs, sports, etc that I participated in during those years. So, I mentioned UIL in elementary school. To continue with that, in 4th grade, I was in UIL Math. It seems like I was in 5th and 6th grade as well, but I’m not certain. I also did Poetry Reading in at least one of those years. I’d have to dig through old photo albums to try and find out for sure. It’s weird that I was so good in math. That lasted through algebra, which I took in 8th grade. For some stupid reason, our school had us take geometry before taking algebra II. Geometry….well let’s just say anything I ever thought I knew went away in that class. Primarly because our “teacher” was looney and when I say she didn’t teach us anything all year, I am not exaggerating. She gave tests that no one passed (well mostly no one) but curved everyone’s grades so we did. It was a complete joke. By the time I got to algebra II, which I did ok in, but struggled, and then pre-calculus after that…that is what truly ruined me. I couldn’t make sense of any of it. Our teacher just kept saying memorize the formulas and follow them. She would get so frustrated with me because I couldnt’ understand the WHY behind any of the formulas. And in order for me to learn them, I needed to know what it all meant. She just kept telling me to memorize the formulas and not worry about it. So, I memorized them as best I could and scraped my way through the class barely making a C (I was a mostly A, some B student). I gave up on math after that.
See? I just can’t stick to the topic. I get carried off on tangents, just like my Grammy K used to. 😛
Ok, junior high. I was in UIL both 7th and 8th grade. This time it was for Prose. I remember in 8th grade I read an excerpt from To Kill a Mockingbird. I had so much fun doing that one. It was the part where the teacher freaks out over finding a “cootie” in a child’s hair. I was the Student Council President in 8th grade. I also started playing volleyball in 7th grade (first year we had the opportunity). I played every year after that, all the way through graduation. I was never what I would call “athletic” but for some reason, I fell in love with volleyball. I was pretty good, too.
Anyway, sticking to the topic, I also was a cheerleader in 8th grade and my freshman year in highschool. I didn’t try out again after that because 1) it interfered with volleyball, and 2) it stopped being fun when it became all about popularity. I marched to the beat of my own drum, and in a small town school, that was not something that fostered popularity or a desire to be with that group. Not that they were bad people, I just wasn’t into the same things they were for the most part. I had my “bad boy” boyfriend by then, too, which didn’t help matters. I hope this is not sounding bitter or mean. I’m trying not to get carried away with stories right now and just giving some basics. The bad boy and I got together in 7th grade and were off and on, mostly on, through graduation. I’ve referred to him previously here as Psycho (he called himself that back then, so I’m not being ugly by calling him that).
High school: As I mentioned, I played volleyball all 4 years. We had a freshman, JV, and varsity team. Midway through my freshman season, I was moved up to JV. By my sophmore year, I was on varsity. My senior year, I was named to the All District team, voted my team’s MVP and Best Offensive player. It was an interesting year because basically, by then, I was the only senior on the team. It was a “rebuilding” year. We had 2 juniors and the rest of the team were sophmores. Apparently a period of disinterest in volleyball over those few years, I don’t know. But it was still fun and one of my very favorite parts of my high school experience. I was also voted the “Volleyball Sweetheart” for Homecoming. I didn’t tell anyone I was planning to do this, but my dress had a long slit up on leg. So, when they escorted us out onto the field and announced me, I popped one leg out from the dress and had on my red volleyball kneepad! It was awesome! My coach loved it and, for atleast the next couple of years while she was still at that school, it became a tradition that the volleyball sweetheart wear a kneepad out on the field.
I was on student council, but that was pretty lame and we never really did much of anything. I only did that two years I think. I was in FHA and the FHA reporter for one year. That Future Homemaker’s of America. Looking back, I’m surprised that there was a group essentially dedicated to those who aspired to be….stay at home mom’s. No one took it for that reason though, but if I read back over some of the materials about FHA, that’s essentially what it was. We all took it because it was fun and easy and the teachers were cool. 😛 I don’t think I was in UIL 9th or 10th grade. Not for lack of wanting to be, the teachers just didn’t seek us out like they did in younger grades. In fact, I don’t think I even realized UIL still existed until my sophmore year when my English teacher asked why I wasn’t participating.
In 11th grade, I took typewriting (yes, back when we still actually used typewriters instead of computers) as one of my electives. That teacher immediately recruited me for UIL typing. So, 11th and 12th grade I did that. In 11th grade, I won at district, advanced to regionals, and right before the contest, I jammed my finger playing volleyball. It was off-season, so it was just a stupid injury from goofing around in the gym during athletics. Needless to say, my typing teacher wasn’t thrilled with me. My finger was swollen and I could barely bend it. But I suffered through it and still managed to get 3rd place. Not high enough to advance though. My senior year, after again winning and advancing, my teacher joked with me about how she better not see me anywhere near a volleyball before contest. Yet somehow, I don’t even remember the circumstances, but you guessed it, I jammed a finger (different one this time, but also from volleyball). She heard about it before I even made it out of the gym to head to lunch. I was less driven and less serious about typing that year, I will admit. And I will never pass up a chance to play volleyball, so….I did ok at contest, but again, not enough to advance to state. When I think back, I’m irritated at myself for that. If I’d been 100%, I have no doubt I could have advanced. Based on the scores of those who did, I KNOW I could have. I was getting practice scores that high on a regular basis. But, I was having too much fun being a senior to practice and focus (and skip gym for a few weeks). It would have been fun to go to state contest, but at the time, I would rather stay home and hang out with the boyfriend and my two best gal pals. Ah, the follies of youth.
I was also in One Act Play in high school. Every year except freshman. That was a lot of fun, too. I won a couple of awards my senior year. I was never in a starring role, which was fine with me because, as I mentioned before, I was kind of flaky in high school. I was all about spending every spare second with Psycho.
Ok, I think that pretty much sums up my school activities, the officially sanctioned ones at least.