Posted by julie schultz By the way, I have no idea who the first person was that I danced with, but I DO vividly recall those noon hours with the lights down or off, they were so exciting. Every time I hear the oldie "MR. Lonely" by Bobby Vinton, it takes me back to those days. In the words of Bob Hope......thanks for the memories! Oh, and Craig, contrary to my little sister's remark about my fledging memory being due to smoking wacky weed.......I never really cared for the stuff. It just made me tired. Now...put a keg of beer or wapatulie(remember that stuff?) in front of me and I swam in it!!!
on 8/14/2006, 11:06 pm, in reply to "Holy Grail"
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Okay, you two, I'm going to burst your pubescent (sp)bubbles by telling you that I, Julie Schultz, NEVER wore perfume while in grade school, high school, or college; infact, I rarely wear it now as an over-the-hill baby-boomer (a title I share with you both). So....enough with the fragrant memories of me!! I must admit, though, Craig, that I DID come to school with my full Brownie regalia......and was dissed by several classmates for being "snobbish". I don't know if you remember that I joined the ranks of Cameron grade school in April of our second grade year, when we moved there from New Jersey. It was not a good experience, and a memory that has, unfortunately, stayed with me forever. Perhaps something akin to your memory, Craig, of being forced to move to Rice Lake your junior year of high school. Cetain females, led by one in particular, made my young life a living hell, something I had not known in New Jersey. I was made fun of for wearing "fancy party dresses" (in New Jersey you had to wear dresses to school), and I particularly recall the day I wore my Brownie uniform to school. How was I to know that not one other girl had the full uniform, and that I was creating the ultimate faux paux by showing up in it? Ah, the mean caddiness of girls. I can't even count the number of days I went home crying. And does anyone remember, during fifth grade, the "club" against me? I remember one of the codes was SOS, which stood for "shit on Schultz". Tim Ebner had his faults, but I will NEVER forget the day that one of the "code" notes was being passed to him (he was in the club) and he looked at it, read it, and proceeded to promptly tear it up and throw it in the waste basket, and the club was history. That marked the end of my misery at Cameron. From then on, it was clear sailing. Isn't it strange the memories that stay with us? Another early memory is when our crabby old second grade teacher dropped her purse and her cigarettes spilled all over the floor. I don't know why I would recall that since both my parents smoked; it shouldn't have been such a big deal. What was her name again? I remember when I moved to Cameron I was put in the "lowest" reading group due to where I was in the basal (Dick, Jane, and Sally) reader. I felt so humiliated because I was an excellent reader. It didn't take long for the old bag to move me up to the high group, but it sure was hard to take at first.
Geez, I just read my message and it is certainly a downer, as we use to say. Thanks for listening; it has been a catharsis of sorts.
Most of my memories of Cameron after the "new kid debacle" are ones I will cherish forever.
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