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Thursday, March 3, 2011

1994 7th grade Idaho

I'm gonna do this chronologically (or at least try to) year by year, starting in 1994 when we arrived there. Here we go.

1994 - My 7th grade year, when we moved to Idaho we were originally in these tiny apartments off of Maple Grove that to my knowledge are still there. For a family of 4 at least they were small. I remember my first night in this apartment I had a nightmare oddly about Chucky (Child's Play), my stuffed animals were promptly put back in a box. The first junior high I went to (for a month), was West Junior High School. My first day I was given an ambassador, Denice Talkington (many of you know her). She led me around from class to class, introduced me to her friends (which did not go over so well). Keep in mind this is November, and the first time I actually ever experienced Winter weather. I was a little overdressed looking back, but back then I was scared of the ice. I remember my first ice slip, getting off the bus going into West. Snow boots are useless in icy conditions but many of you already know that. I didn't...stupid Floridian. After about a month, we moved yet again, clear across town near the railroad track. I was now in East Junior High territory, so I transferred. Let me just say this, my first bus ride to East was very interesting. I met a girl, again many of you know her. Brandy McKee (at the time), she was technically supposed to go to South but had special permissions granted by the principal to attend East because of a situation with some of the kids at South. Anyways, I'm sitting on the bus just staring out the window, trying to familiarize myself with the new area. When PLOP! Down sits Brandy. She looks at me and says, "Hi! What's your name? I'm Brandy. Move over a bit I need more room." Thus starting the beginning of a very LONG friendship (though I don't know where she is now). Brandy is, and probably always will be a very talkative person. Yes, she has her issues but all in all, I think most of what she does is done with good intentions. That's the optimist side of myself. Through Brandy, I made a whole bunch of new friends. I was amazed. I went from a loner to someone who actually had someone to talk to at lunch. My cronies then were Brandy, Joy, Lisa, Mary, and Shelly. That's the most I'd ever had before, so I was amazed. Things went South though....as they always do. Girls are drama queens. And 7th grade is like the beginning of war for many of us. Especially in my case, I soon learned do not trust them just because they call themselves your friend. A little side story to this one, though none of you reading this will know who I'm talking about because I've lost contact with all the East people I went to school with. One of my electives in 7th grade was choir. It was my first class in the morning. I was an Alto...still am. In this class was a smorgasbord of people. Joy, one of my cronies (a alto too), was in the class with me. This is where I discovered my first real crush. I'm not going to say his name, I will refer to him as L.C. which are his initials. He and I were friends, close friends. So I gambled, I wrote him a note (how stereotypical of me), and expressed how I felt for him. To my amazement, he wrote back the next morning in a note as well. To my delight he said he felt the same way. I spoke with him briefly about it and we became an "official" couple. We just hadn't told anyone else yet. This is where things go bad...real bad. Remember Joy...my supposed friend. I made the mistake of telling her that he and I were technically together we just weren't telling everyone yet. So what does she do? She gets on a cafeteria table and shouts (literally shouts) that L.C. and I are dating. Frigging wonderful. L.C. is in the cafeteria at this time. He walks over to me, takes the note out of my hands and rips it up. Probably the shortest relationship I've ever had. Now of course, I'm angry and upset. In the span of maybe an hour, I went from having a boyfriend to losing the boyfriend and his friendship as well. Joy is now the enemy. Things get worse here. In hindsight I realize I overreacted to this but back then this felt like the end of the world to me. Drama drama drama. Ugh. I was very upset because of the betrayal and the loss of a friend as well. Socially I was underdeveloped. I at this time confided in Brandy that I was thinking of taking my life. She did the right thing. She told a school counselor who then dragged my ass into her office. As well as called my Mom down from her new job (sorry Mom). I was counseled and my mom was angry. My reaction to all of this was bad for Joy. I confronted her on her actions (again in the cafeteria at lunch). She stands up and pours chocolate milk on my newly permed hair. I WAS SEEING RED NOW!! The rest of it is a blur though I do remember crippling her by applying pressure to the brachial plexus (google it). 3 days of in-house detention for me. She got suspended. HAHA! It goes on though, the school then called for a peer mediation between Joy and I to smooth things out. We did....just to shut up the school. We eventually started talking again more once time had passed. L.C. never did talk to me again, and last I heard was he and his mom had gotten evicted from the trailer park they were living in. Maybe Joy did me a favor on that one?? Anyways, with all this going on my grades (which were never good to begin with) are suffering even more. Mr. Senkbeil (science teacher) called my parents at home to talk to them. This got me grounded, as well as I could not go to the Halloween dance. So now I'm mad at my parents cause I think they're being cruel (I know better now). My reaction (again overreaction) was to runaway. TO THE AIRPORT. Those of you who live in Boise are probably laughing your asses off right now thinking of this 12 year old with her backpack on her back traveling Vista at night trying to make it to the airport in hopes that she will be able to stow away back to Florida. Holy cow I was a dreamer. What scared me into going back, and I'm not sure why was a dead cat on the side of Vista. Somehow roadkill is a reflection on this and it scared me into going home. Either way I got back home. First person I see is my Dad, and it breaks my heart even to this day to say he was crying. Hopefully he doesn't get angry at me for posting this, but I hate it when my Dad cries. It's kryptonite to me. Like right now I'm remembering it and I'm crying. He sees me, crosses the living room in two steps and hugs me. He then calls the police and tells them that I have returned. He had called them because I had technically run away. The rest of the year I cordoned myself off from social things. I only went to one dance, and that was the Valentine's dance. Which I impositioned myself on Joy (we were talking again by this time) and made myself a 3rd wheel with her then boy toy Logan. Joy is not a good girl and she comes in and out of my life many times. So get used to hearing that name if you are going to read the continuing years. My grades did finally go up and I graduated out of 7th grade and into the 8th grade. Which was again to be at East. But that is 1995 - 1996 8th grade which will be in the next post.

Princess Peach (birth to 12) a brief history

Only reason I am giving a life history of myself is so that everyone is on the same page when they think about my history. So I will start at the beginning. May 28, 1982 in West Palm Beach, Florida, I was born at 6:33 p.m. to my mother (Carla) and my father (Michael - prefers Mike). For the most part I had a mundane childhood, nothing really sticks out too much in my mind. As for what kind of child I was, my own perspective was that I was a quiet child.

I did not have many friends, I generally kept to myself. From the very beginning as a young girl, I was always on the chunky side. This did not help the situation at school; kids are cruel. It certainly didn't give me any incentive to try to reach out and gain friends. As for activities as a child, there were a few extra curricular activities I participated in. As long as I can remember I was in Girl Scouts, started as a Daisy and by the time we left Florida (I'll get to this part eventually) my last position was a Cadet. Sadly, I was a loner at these functions as well, I didn't see a need to talk to people who seemed obsessed over stupid things like "New Kids on the Block" back then. (Now I feel old.) I was not much of an athlete, but there were some things I enjoyed doing. From age 6 to 12, I was on a bowling league. I loved my Saturday morning bowling. These were the only kids I felt at ease with, not to mention they had Saturday morning cartoons playing on a big screen behind us while we waited for our turn. Saturday mornings were a ritual for our family. I thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. In the morning (around 8) we would get up and go to a restaurant named Rod's (now closed). When I got there I ALWAYS got there biscuits and gravy (I think there was crack in the gravy it was addictive). Then after that we headed straight to the bowling center which was maybe a mile away, we'd go to the lane our team had been assigned to. Generally there were match ups between the two leagues that were playing side by side. The winner of the game set was the team with the best average. A game set consists of 3 games back to back. Our team was pretty good, not the worst, not the best. I was there for the fun and that's what it was. After the games we would all pile back in the Cherokee and go to Dunkin Donuts and meet up with my parents' friends. My family were regulars at this donut shop, and so were our friends. Probably my closest "friend" during my childhood, was one of the daughters of my parents' friends. Her name is Samantha, she has a sister name Breanna. Parents were Danny and Patty. There are others at the donut shop as well, like Cooter, Bill, Jill, VJ, Shirley, and Lynn. Most of these people have now passed on :(. We were all part of a camping club. By camping club, I mean all of us would go to the same campground and get multiple sites near each other and stay for a few days. I have many stories about these trips, but I'll go into those separately in other posts. One other extracurricular activity I had for one year of my life. In 6th grade, I was part of a softball team. I played many positions; catcher, right outfield, left outfield, and 1st base (very few times). Once I finally learned how to hit I had a lot of fun. Amazingly enough our team came in 3rd place for state championship here. Something else I forgot to mention about the bowling, but I want to cause I'm proud of it. When I was 12 (this is before we moved - same year though) I was sent to Winter Gardens, Florida for State Championship for my center for the Juniors division. Yeah I didn't do well. I was scared to death and kept shaking. But heck still proud of it all the same.

Scholastically was different. I did not like school in the least. When I was in elementary school at H.L. Johnson, I felt that many of my teachers were against me. In the second grade, there was a parent teacher conference held to discuss my "issues" of paying attention. (My mother had me tested for ADD, Doc said if I was it was very mildly.) So a lovely device (sarcasm) was employed to keep me "on task". These were referred to the appropriately named On Task Sheet. This sheet consisted of 8 boxes, 4 columns, 2 rows. Everytime I was caught not doing what I was supposed to do or daydreaming a big X was put in a box. Degrading to say the least. To boot, as it went on the more X's I got I started to lose privileges at home. My parents had to sign the on task sheet every night. The penalties were things like having no TV, no second helpings (I told you I was a chunky girl), going to bed 1 hour early, and lastly going to bed 2 hours early. This started in the 2nd grade and didn't stop until the 4th grade. Not sure why it stopped cause the problem still existed. Maybe the teacher didn't want to be bothered with marking my sheet (I didn't like and still don't like my 4th grade teacher, she had favorites). That pretty much covers the basics of my early childhood, until early 7th grade.

In 1994, there was some heavy problems at the place my father was working at. Additionally, he wanted a safer lifestyle for his children (my brother, Chris and I). So he started sending out resumes. Mid 1994, he got a phone call from a company called Micron. Many of you reading this know that name all too well. They flew my parents to Idaho so my father could interview for a position there. We stayed at Lynn's house and took advantage of her pool. 3 days later, my father comes back beaming. My mom is all aflutter with info on Boise, Idaho. My reaction to the possibility is not a happy one. I'm happy where I am, to hell with a safer lifestyle. I wanted Florida. My brother was indifferent on the subject, he was only 6 or 7 at the time. Though he remained a pretty aloof person. We waited about a week. I came home one day from school, and find my father at home with my mother. Micron offered him the position. Don't get me wrong I love the people I have met in Idaho as they have shaped me in so many ways. But my allegiance will forever be with Florida. I love the Sunshine State. I did not react well to their news of moving to the Gem State. And when it was found out at school that I was moving to a state known for its potatoes...well let the heckling begin. (Good taters though.) We left our homestead on Mango, late October and drove cross country in two vehicles. Mazda truck and an Explorer (Exploder). My cats did not like the trip (I had two, Bootsie and Elvira). My first vision of Idaho, was a desolate one, and oddly stereotypical of a desert state. As we were going down the highway had several tumbleweeds following along with us that blustery afternoon. October 26, 1994 we had arrived. My Dad started at Micron on that very Halloween. That ends this chapter of my life. See the next portion for 12 to 27 from Idaho to Virginia. So much for brief.