I Revealed the Name of a High School Crush on a Meatloaf

 

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I used to think it a blessing  that I grew up in The Olden Days when my stupidest moments in  high school weren’t broadcast through social media. The grapevine probably enjoyed a few laughs at my expense, but without social media, it soon died down. Recently,  I had that forehead-slapping DUH moment when I realized that my high school blunders were recorded, but not through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.  They were published in the column I wrote for the local newspaper.

 

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My teenage writing career had been jumpstarted by llamas, then gained momentum when I was given my own column.   I moved onto more eloquent subjects, like how I revealed the name of my current high school crush  in my meatloaf and the disastrous day I had to wear a pair of home-made red bibs to school. They were my sewing project for Home Economics and to get a grade, I had to wear them to school.

Had to.

I’d spent weeks sewing on this crazy red corduroy trying to make them fit like the Lee Bib Overalls that were in style.  The day was a miserable disaster, but it gave me column fodder.  Since I earned $2.30 an hour, Carter had raised minimum wage  to $3.35 but word hadn’t reached North Dakota yet, I probably made $2.30 on this column.

 

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 I’m not embarrassed about having my high school experiences in print, I’m embarrassed that  the editor with the college degree didn’t edit my work, but the typesetter who barely earned her high school diploma did. Some of the mistakes honestly were mine, some were added by an overzealous typesetter.  I’d hear her long nails clicking away at the keyboard, clicking her tongue in unison when she found a mistake, then she’d rewrite my words as she typed, adding commas and changing tenses.  I would only be saved if one of the women doing layout would catch her corrections and send the column back.  Sometimes I would work late and type up my own work to avoid her help.

I still burn toast and have sewing ambitions that exceed my abilities, but there’s hope for my writing.  I  have learned the value of getting my work properly edited.

 

TweetSome people over 40 are thankful they grew up before social media could broadcast their embarrassing teenage moments.

Some people bring up those embarrassing high school moments on social media decades later after the grapevine has definitely died.

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7 Responses to I Revealed the Name of a High School Crush on a Meatloaf

  1. Kim April 4, 2014 at 12:37 pm #

    Anyone can write their crush’s name on notebook paper, but it takes a truly creative person to write their crush’s name on meatloaf!

    • Mindy Peltier April 4, 2014 at 12:39 pm #

      I know, right! Then, we ate the evidence…

      • Kim April 4, 2014 at 12:58 pm #

        Much tastier than notebook paper.

  2. Lesley McDaniel April 4, 2014 at 1:51 pm #

    I thought you meant you had a crush on a meatloaf.

    • Mindy Peltier April 4, 2014 at 1:53 pm #

      After I hit publish I did the Charlie Brown yell, “UGH!”

      Of course, too late to change visual, etc., because it went out with Mail Chimp five minutes later.

      I was thinking I shouldn’t blog when I’m so tired, but then when would I blog?

      • Lesley Ann McDaniel April 4, 2014 at 10:19 pm #

        I think it was a happy accident. It made me think “Oh, I have to read this post”.

  3. Judith @WholeHeartedHome April 17, 2014 at 7:49 pm #

    I always enjoy reading about your experiences. Loved your story!!

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