tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195165768050426181.post5849349730544074500..comments2023-03-10T04:52:05.609-07:00Comments on The Spectrum Spectacle: The Dreaded School Locker MysteryTHE SPECTRUM SPECTACLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06156922917590652300noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195165768050426181.post-70617189825039942482008-03-10T13:56:00.000-06:002008-03-10T13:56:00.000-06:00The above was from my Mom's locker story...The above was from my Mom's locker story...THE SPECTRUM SPECTACLEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06156922917590652300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195165768050426181.post-84625522141856553462008-03-10T13:54:00.000-06:002008-03-10T13:54:00.000-06:00The only thing I can remember and not very traumat...The only thing I can remember and not very traumatic was in the first half of 9th grade when my family lived in American Falls, Utah.<BR/> I had a crush on a blond-haired guy and my two best girl friends would razz me about him all the time. I was so far away from actually making contact with the guy, i.e., actually talking to or making eye contact that it was outrageous to call him a "boy friend"....But such are the mental abilities of 9th grade girls full of infatuations and movie dreams of the heroes rescuing us from study hall or something...<BR/> Well, one day after several weeks of teasing and blushing at the mere mention of his name, I opened my locker (no anxiety really) to find that my two girl friends had stolen his coat, put it into my locker, then entertwined my coat's arms around his coat sleeves and attached a note to them both saying, "Kissie, kissie, kissie, smooch, smooch, smooch." Needless to say, I was mortified and thought the whole world knew.<BR/> My immediate reaction was to karate chop the two coat sleeves apart and rip the note to shreds while my two "friends" laughed hysterically in the background.<BR/> I think the guy finally got his coat back...I assume so...but I was so sure he knew of this prank that I NEVER looked at him again...even to the mortification of running into the back of a class door that was open into the school hall, in order to avoid him.<BR/> The bruise on my cheek didn't last too long, thank goodness!THE SPECTRUM SPECTACLEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06156922917590652300noreply@blogger.com