Carrie posted a story about ditching (or attempting to ditch) school at the end of her senior year. Go read it, as she is hysterically funny. She reminded me of my senior ditching experience. Ah, memories.
(I am waiting for the pics from Stephenie Meyer signing before posting.. as they will save me 1,000 words each, right)
It was June 8, 1992. My friend, Jodi and I had been planning the day for months. We were eating no fat (even taking the cheese off of pizza), working out like maniacs and scheming up our escapades.
As the date arrived, we prepared.
Outfit: A unitard thing that was a tank on top, biker shorts on the bottom, with a little attached skirt. It was black with bright flowers and from Contempo, of course. Worn with black cowboy boots. And a scrunchy.
Tanning Salon: Check. I was a beautiful golden brown (I have the wrinkles now to prove it.)
Make Up: Lancome counter make over baby!
Tell parents we are spending the night at each others houses.
The 10 Step Plan:
1. Actually go to school in the morning for first few periods. We couldn't miss nurtition, as that's was the social event of the high school day.
2. Turn in note (maticulasly handcrafted after hours of practice) from my mom excusing me at 11:30. Jodi didn't need one, she was already 18 (some people have all the luck).
3. Go take step class at gym.
4. Lancome counter for makeover.
5. Final primps to outfit and hair.
6. Arrive at big senior party.
7. Everyone oohing and awwwing. (We looked like first rate streetwalkers.)
8. Flirt, flip hair and giggle endlessly.
9. After the first party, we went to 2 more outside of our "hood" (that's how we rolled).
10. Spent the night at undisclosed location doing undisclosed things.
I need to leave undisclosed to your imagination, as I was only 17 and a minor. People could go to jail if I get any more specific.
Wanna play Carrie's game? Start posting your senior story!