Our class's mural. Ah the memories of our class. Not many good memories. My favorite is graduating in the POURING rain. Best idea ever! Some of my favorite places were:
The Little Theater
The High Ropes Course/Rock Wall
The murals painted on the walls, especially this one.
The mural in Mrs. Jarman's bathroom in the pit.
What's left of the tile in the long hallway/commons (mmmm...asbestos)
Mr. Paulsen was my tour guide. He's my hero.
Oh NCHS, you'll always have a special place in my heart.
The High Ropes Course/Rock Wall
The murals painted on the walls, especially this one.
The mural in Mrs. Jarman's bathroom in the pit.
What's left of the tile in the long hallway/commons (mmmm...asbestos)
Mr. Paulsen was my tour guide. He's my hero.
Oh NCHS, you'll always have a special place in my heart.
6 comments:
I remember high school as mostly good times, though I would never want to repeat them.
Going off the diving board in an industrial-sized garbage can and a cardboard box? Who on earth was your parter in crime in that little escapade? And why on earth did Mr. S (can't remember his name?) let us do that?! I mean, let you and your partner in crime (whoever that may be) do that?!
This makes me kind of sad, although I doubt I would ever have visited the school again, so I'm not sure why. I'm glad you got to go have one last look. That would have been fun for me.
Or maybe it wasn't Mr. S, but I do remember calling him Señor something...
Mr. Salentine! Do you remember going off the diving board in the kayaks? Or going to the park for a picnic lunch during open campus? Somewhere, I still have the list of all the guys I crushed on. =)
I remember so well those lovely picnics.
I do not, however, remember going off in the actual kayak. THAT I cannot believe Señor Salentine let us do!
Aaaaand, that was me, of course. :P
We did it in the kayak. Two people were behind pushing the person in the kayak into the pool. We got away with murder in that class. So long as we were in the pool I don't think he cared.
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