My school years are sort of a blur - I think subconsciously I blocked out all recollections of anything before college.
I was the heavy-set awkward girl that always struggled to find a place to fit in. That isn't to say that I didn't have friends. I had some great friends - friends that I can still count on today. For some reason though, I struggled to try and find a "great" school memory.
Growing up in an extremely small town it is hard to shed those "labels" that high schools thrive on. There were cliques that had formed in elementary school that continued well into our teen years. There was one week a year though, where we dropped all of our differences and came together as a class.
A word that conjures up some great high school memories - memories of pep rallies, parades and football games.
My favorite memory though, float building.
Every night we would gather at the local armory to create our class float - the float that would represent our class in the Homecoming parade.
Our nights were filled with molding chicken wire and covering it with paper mache. Nights filled with making crepe paper flowers and making signs with tempra paint.
All of this for bragging rights of having the best float of the year.
It was the only week were the cliques were gone. The week where school mates were actual friends.
The only week were we united as the Class of 1998. The class that won "Best Class" all four years.
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