This is my seventeenth post, for age 17, 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, Schools, Sophomore Year, and 1979 Book Review.
Awkward scheduling in my senior year of high school left me with a 1st period study hall that I didn’t need for study, so I volunteered at the library. Magazine management was my primary duty since the mail came at the end of the previous day. My job was to put the magazines alphabetically on the display shelves at the entrance to the library. Of course, that didn’t take a full fifty minutes so I also had plenty of time to read the magazines.
The best days of the month were when Writer’s Digest and The Writer arrived. I poured through those issues and dreamed of one day being an author. I also liked the weekly news magazines. It was a tense time with hostages in Iran, an Olympic boycott, and a bail-out for Chrysler. Knowing that I would soon be leaving my small town, I took greater interest in world events.
It would be more than twenty years before I took that early experience to library school and another ten or so before I took the dream of being an author seriously. If I could write a letter to myself on the day I graduated from high school, I think I’d say to get to work on both of those career goals more quickly! Except, that I kind of like the way my life played out — maybe the side trips through physical therapy, computer science, and niche magazine publishing were necessary.
What would you tell yourself as a high school senior from what you know now?