tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544841714052873855.post3680831618679073709..comments2023-09-12T06:35:14.848-06:00Comments on LIFE AS AN ADVERB: Why High School Is Not The Best Years of Your LifeBonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10137880910015843613noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544841714052873855.post-7871673499061735892012-08-15T15:48:05.411-06:002012-08-15T15:48:05.411-06:00My man throws parties for the season premiere of D...My man throws parties for the season premiere of Downton Abbey. <br /><br />Barry and I went through our old year books and we decided that even with his extreme geekiness he would never have noticed the disaster that was me in high school. <br /><br />At least he played some kind of high school sport, even if it was tennis. <br /><br />I spent most of my junior year hoping that this would be the year my mom let me shave my legs. That's right...my JUNIOR year. I also went through a HORRIBLE Latina phase. I donned every tight legged pair of jeans or crop jacket (most favorably in some form of neon or animal print) from the Spanish ward hand-me-down pile and wishing I looked like Jlo. <br /><br />I am not sure what my friends were thinking when they insisted I wore my hair in a tight high pony and covered my lips in a cheap bright red drugstore lipstick. I looked like the scary hooker from a Telenovela. Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07678285555968522337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544841714052873855.post-22673039949359548052012-07-25T17:02:57.752-06:002012-07-25T17:02:57.752-06:00Amen sister! Marshall and I have joked that we wou...Amen sister! Marshall and I have joked that we wouldn't have been friends in highschool. But now we love each other for who we are and love being ourselves!MyDonkeySixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07861397951491678059noreply@blogger.com