Doing some rummaging around in my stuff...Found my old High School year book....You know, the one on the inside cover and the rear cover, where your classmates write down their predictions about your future..


"Most likely to be in jail by age 30"


He was right...I was a cop by age 28.

That'll learn'em

Not only that, I'm one that's still alive....Several have went on and graduated to the big school in the sky.


Seriously,, for those of you that graduated in a small class..(my class had 29)...the ones that were supposed to be a somewhat of a failure in life, became somewhat successful.

The jocks became factory workers, and the la-T-da cheer leaders pretty much just became their wives, and never left the area.

Wonderments of life!!!!!!


WuzzFuzz

Your HS yearbook was published by Guttengurg.

Most likely to be in jail---and you became cop----fitting (just kidding).


I like looking at the old photos of the girls. We had so many pretty girls. Unfortunately, there many that I did not realize how good they were at the time. Of course, it probably wouldn't have done me any good as when I was 17---I looked closer to 7 so I could not have the fun I wanted to.

Done with one of those hand cranked mimeograph machines...Remember those....The ones with the carbon paper that you'd get ink all over your hands...The ink had sort of a purple hue to it.


WuzzFuzz

I graduated in a high school class of 465 members. I still have my year book, don't recall that I've looked it more than a couple of times since graduation.

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If I knew then what I know now, I could have really made out (pun intended).

I had to chuckle. I graduated from a class of 13 and three of the girls were my cousins, one by marriage. This was a very rural HS and I joined the class during the 8th grade, always somewhat of an outsider. Did pretty well in sports which I enjoyed and that kept me going. When someone wrote our class prophesy, everyone was doing great, pro athlete, radio broadcaster, business owners and there I was - a budding business person. So I was the least successful of everyone according to that. I never forgot it. That was 1972. Today I am about to retire at age 62. Everything is paid for and I accomplished a great deal in education. I have turned several schools around and turned a school into a two year college. Just finished starting a new Private Christian School so I am pretty blessed for someone who is just a "budding business man." Oh and yes I married a cheerleader from a neighboring town and she is still beautiful inside and out. If you saw her you would be totally jealous. God has blessed me.

Were you looking at an old Year Book, or napping when a Bruce Springsteen song was playing on the radio?

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My girlfriend used up a whole page in back saying how great I am and how she will always feel the same about me. Three months later she dumped me.

My HS had several thousand students. There were morning and afternoon sessions, and some of us AM people had to attend a "zero period" at 7AM. Figure at least 1,000 graduates. At the 25th anniversary of our class, there were about a dozen of us attending the alumni association dinner. Gotta believe less than that for the 50th ann'y this year. People move out of NYC in droves...

Kaaskop49
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I too glance at my 1962 high school yearbook every few years. But then, the downside is a reminder that I'm no longer the youthful 18-year-old looking back at me from the yearbook.

I last looked at it a few weeks ago when I learned that one of my gym teachers had passed away at age 100. I just felt like seeing his autograph in my book.

I did attend a 45 year reunion and frankly, it wasn't worth it. I did not recognize 99% of the attendees. They didn't recognize me. I wasn't in the inn crowd back then. Typical of NYC high schools, graduates numbered in the hundreds.

I also learned that my high school prom date had taken her own life to end unbearable suffering from a terminal illness. What should have been a festive occasion soon turned into a sad one. I couldn't take my mind off her, or the dozen or so other alumni who died young.

I graduated in 1964 in a class of less than 20. Most of the guys went to work for Uncle Sam.

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Four high schools and only one yearbook. I looked at it some time back, cut out a couple of pics and tossed it out.

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I had the honor of attending high school with Harrison Ford and Hilary (Rodham) Clinton and 4000 other kids. Those were the days!