This is my fifteenth post, for age 15, of the October Memoir and Backstory Challenge hosted by Jane Anne McLachlan. My previous posts: Baby Speed Eater, Two Tales, Curls, Most Magical Christmas, Kindergarten, Places, Mental Health in 1969, The Boxcar Children, The Little House Books, Too Thin, Four Square, Curls: Take Two, Scouting, and Schools.
I remember my sophomore year in high school fondly and with mild embarrassment. My focus was almost entirely on the senior class. I wanted to be the girls and I had crushes on the guys. That last was quite safe because the senior guys, for the most part, ignored sophomore girls. As well they should since we were a silly and giggly and dramatic bunch.
I was rarely in the center of anything but for some reason my photo ended up in the center of this page of sophomore candids in the yearbook.