Orange and white were our high school colors and the Cherokee Indian was our mascot. North Cobb High School, home of the Warriors. And my home for four long years.
By the time I got to the 9th grade, my teeth had straightened a bit and my hair had grown out from my 6th grade hack job. I was even wearing makeup! I was feeling pretty good about myself and excited to start this new chapter in my life.
I had a circle of friends that I hung out with throughout my high school years – Mala and Carla were the two closest. But even then, I never really felt like I belonged a 100%. Having a strong religious upbringing and not participating in things that the other kids were doing like parties, drinking, etc., naturally excluded me from completely fitting in. I didn’t date, even when I had passed the requisite 16 years old. But I didn’t feel like I was missing out really. I had my crushes and flirtations of course. Even had my first kiss during my high school years.
I did pretty well in school too. Got good grades in most of my classes with the exception of Algebra. I had to retake that one. I have always and probably always will struggle with math.
There were a couple of big events during those years. My parents got divorced when I was 16, which is never easy. My grandmother passed away which was also hard. Oh, and I got my first car which was a Maverick otherwise known as a Comet. Poor little car, I wonder whatever happened to it?
I don’t remember a lot of other things about high school really. I know that I liked it and overall did very well. But when I graduated, I was done and ready to move on. I think I knew that I would eventually leave the area and I started to move outside of my circle of high school friends. I soon lost contact with most of them as we went our separate ways. It’s funny how those things work, isn’t it?
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