This post is part 14 in a 15 week series sponsored byMommy's Piggy Tales that encourages women to record their youth.
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One morning in early February, my mom took an inordinate amount of interest in my outfit for school. She kept urging me to wear "something nice." I'm not sure why I wasn't more curious, but I wore one of my "nicer" outfits, just to appease her. By mid morning, I had figured it out. I was being inducted in the American Christian Honor Society. I was surprised to see both of my parents at school for the ceremony.

Boy, am I glad I wore a nice outfit!

Still surprised by the honor.

Slightly a late bloomer, I was the only senior in the group being honored.
As the end of my senior year approached, the calendar filled up quickly with exciting events. My Junior/Senior banquet (the Christian School version of prom - sans dancing) was the first. I wasn't dating anyone, but went with a friend of a friend and had a fun time, despite my "single" status.

The 8 Senior Girls






We did have boys in our graduating class, I just don't seem to have any pictures of them!
Graduation was the climax to the amazing, dramatic, roller-coaster adventure of high school. I was really lucky. We had a good class, my friends were responsible (for the most part!) and well-behaved, which kept me out of a lot of trouble, I'm sure. Even though most of us have gone our separate ways, I will always remember those years with a smile on my face and in my heart.
3 comments:
I have so enjoyed reading your piggy tales posts!
Boy those pictures are looking JUST LIKE the Donette I remember. :) So fun for you to have so many pics to put up. I had to get my sister to scan my senior picture for me so I could have anything to put up. Too bad I won't be able to get ahold of my college scrapbook to scan a few pages for next week's post.
Have you decided what to write about last? I think I might just write a few things about college -- like little anecdotes, and then do a 16th post about meeting Josh, getting engaged, and getting married. Otherwise I can't imagine fitting it all in.
Great pictures! And such neat memories in a small class! I love the tradition of getting to wear your dress again!
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