I have posted about spritzing on the Ambush cologne and wearing my currant date's red and black, leather and wool, varsity jacket to those football games. A bunch of us girls would wait in the parking lot, after the games, for our certain guy to come out of the showers , dressed in chinos/slacks and a sweater, smelling like Jade East or Canoe. Mostly, they won, thanks to Coach Samec's tough couching, because that ride afterwards was no fun if they lost. And, if they lost, they wouldn't want to stay for the dances which was pretty high on our social life calendar.
One of my most vivid memories of him was how mad he got that some dumb girl had made a poster for a dance featuring the football players during a game, with a thought bubble over one of them saying, " I can't wait until this game is over so I can go to the dance.".... He was livid. That is not what his players should be thinking. He kept the team at practice longer because of it. That poster had been made by the Captain of the football team's girlfriend...ME. oops......
It rained buckets that night so all the work on the floats was for nothing. They stayed in the barns. There was no Homecoming parade. No "Beauty Queen" waves from the back of a convertible. We did walk out onto the field and became drowned rats for the dance following the game.
There I am in the back, left, holding the "Spirit Wand" that the Seniors had won at the Pep Rally for having the most spirit. Such innocent times. My whole high school only had and still does have about 500 students. Total. My class graduated the smallest number from that school, which was built to replace the two story 1920's version, and opened the year before my Freshman year. We had a very spirited 76 students in that class.
This time brings to mind, "going steady" with your boyfriend's class ring held on with a mound of adhesive tape under it or rubber bands twisted around the top. Of dress codes, study halls and being asked out on dates at least by Wednesday for a Friday or Saturday night.
About 4 years ago, I was working in one of my retail jobs and Jayne saw me, came over and told me she knew who I was. I had not a clue it was her. Believe me, I do not look like this 17 year old, long haired teenager anymore. She still knew me. She said "I was one of your teachers." Then, I knew. Then it clicked. I was so glad she approached me.
So Coach and Mrs. S., thanks for the memories.