High School...or Something Like It
I can’t think about my high school experience without thinking about Jaimee and Sarah and our survival stories. Now, we had many other friends at our school besides the three of us (a big shout-out Kaycee, Erin, and My Hubby and all you other poor saps that had to go to THAT school!) but the three of us guided each other through high school. The three of us stuck together for whatever the world threw our way.
The three of us girls were also known as the Mormon Girls. (We may have been known as the Wacky Mormon Girls – who knows.) Everyone seemed to know our standards which pretty much meant (to them) that we didn’t drink, smoke or do drugs. In a medium sized school not exactly known for many Mormon kids, once you were labeled – it stuck.
And I really don’t think that the three of us would’ve had it any other way.
Not once in all four years did I ever get invited to any of those “typical” high school parties. Not even once. And not once in those same four years did I ever care. I had my peeps…my gals…my bosom buddies and we had THE BEST of times and the most FUN any sober, non-smoking, non-drug-users could ever have. We always had fun! EVERYONE thought we were so much fun, even if we were a little “square” in their book. We always had such a good time without any added substances. Well, unless your definition of substance includes gummy worms, Reece’s Pieces or…or…SODA!
We just did, people...we just did. And they even let the three of us graduate…together…totally sober.