Enjoyed your 5th grade story. Can't distinguish the inner circle from those who were onlookers, but I do like the teacher's shoes. Were they green? Resurrected memories of territorial positioning, who was hip and who was a jerk (cool wasn't cool) and ever changing (sometimes daily) chatter of who was "going around" with whom. One day could be glorious, the next searingly painful. For the record, I didn't burn my bridges, I blew them up and moved on.
Moving on. What a nice picture that makes! :)
I'll take a guess on three of them: blonde middle of row second from back...1st and 3rd left in the second from front row. They just have that 'look' of special rock sitters to me lol.
Oh, my word! You do have the radar! You picked three of the four. The only one you missed was second row from the front, far right.
What I want to know is: where's Lloyd?!
Lloyd is third from the left on the back row. A really nice guy. Passed away a few years ago. Cancer. Hard to believe when you look at this picture and these kids all have their whole lives in front of them!
Moments frozen in time - and at that moment everything was unknown to those in the pictures. There's a strange sense of awe I get sometimes, looking at old photos.
I was never a cool kid. I'm not a cool adult.But I have a good family and friends, and I've realized along the way that "cool" can't compete with kind and sensible. Oh, some adults wouldn't agree, but they're only adults on the outside :)
Kind and sensible is what counts for me, too, Jenny! I think we'd do just fine together!
P.S. Great story and lesson here :)
Thanks you! :)
That age is so tough! Good lessons learned. I remember walking on rocks in the school yard like it was a special tight rope and we were all expert walkers. What is it with rocks?
You know what the hardest thing is about walking on rocks? The rocks! Okay, I just couldn't resist . . .
I was never cool. I am still not cool. And here in the sweaty season I long for coolth. The real stuff, not the metaphorical ephemera.Such a poignant memory you drew. Such wonderful lessons.
Sending a bit of the non-metaphorical ephemera your way from chilly northern Alberta, EC!And thank you!
In all my schooling years, I was never part of the cool crowd, and didn't want to be either, they seemed so silly most of the time.
I think it was the unreachable dream, River. Once it was achieved, I realized it really was silly . . .
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