The one where June realizes the best part of life is the thinner slice and also TIME! (tick, tick, tick) TIME!

When I was in 9th grade, two friends of Saul Dietzel (and those who know me in real life are going to be SO IMPRESSED by the way I changed that name to protect the innocent) came up to me in the hall.

“Saul wants to know if you’ll go with him,” they said. With a romantic and intimate invitation like that, what girl could resist?” As an aside, which is not like me, after you’re done with school there’s very little drama in halls after. For the first 18 years of your life, a lot happens in halls and after that not so much, unless you work for Halls cough drops or something. Are the Halls of medicine even a thing anymore?

Back to our story.

“OK,” I said, and that is how that great romance was born. And borne. The entire relationship consisted of us walking around together during the free period after lunch. There were a few awkward phone calls, where my biggest fear was silence, so I think I may have done my nervous talking thing.

I recall this torrid romance took place over Valentine’s Day, and I was careful to pick out a card that said I like you but not You are my great love. The next day, during the exciting and unusual ritual of walking around outside after lunch, he received said card and responded with, “Oh, man, I got you roses but I left them in my mom’s car when she dropped me off.”

The fact that he did not present me with them the next day leaves me wondering if in fact that was true. Signs point to no.

I’ve no idea how it all ended but it lasted only a few weeks. I was a swinging single again once it was warm, which because it was Michigan means it must have been around May. My friend Seth Polisky (once again, friends in real life are going to tell me I should disguise names for a living) introduced me to her boyfriend’s friend. Both boys went to another school, in a smaller town called Bridgeport, and we hoity-toity Saginaw kids looked down on Bridgeport kids, because they didn’t live in a bustling metropolis such as Saginaw, as we did. But despite this, sometimes it was exciting to branch out and get some strange from other area boys. Boys you hadn’t dissected a worm with.

So the setup was, you know, set up. We received them in Seth’s basement, the official receiving area of teenagers across Michigan. Everyone in Michigan has a basement and most everyone has “finished” the basement, meaning it has become carpeted and couched and often a wet bar is involved. It’s nice that your parents give you a comfy spot to get felt up for the first time.

Anyway, Seth’s boyfriend came down first. He was a total Aryan youth-looking dude. White-blond hair, deep-blue eyes. Cheekbones. Seth was very pretty, despite being named Seth, which she wasn’t, so this all made sense that her boyfriend was traditionally handsome, like a mannequin or any of Mary Richards’ dates.

I had this … hair, so where Seth was a 9, I was lucky if I was encroaching a bushy-haired 7. I feared what sort of circus freak she’d fix me up with.

“Come on down, Sevin,” she said to what was to become my next boyfriend, and at this point I’m so delighted with my name disguises that Ima award myself some kind of srize.

Instead of merely walking down the stairs, however, my soon-to-be boyfriend pretended to fall down the stairs for his big entrance. It was hilarious and had already sealed the deal for me, but later in the evening when Seth and her boyfriend Sim were making out, leaving Sevin and me desperately trying to keep conversation alive, Sevin reached for the pack of cards lying on the table.

People are forever playing cards in Michigan. Here all the women play bridge, but in Michigan everyone was always playing Euchre, a game I never learned, and I feel like I should not even be an honorary Michigander. I tried to learn but also I was always drunk whenever I tried to learn and is there anything harder than trying to learn a card game, anyway?

“OK, see, this here is your left bauer.”

What?

Anyway, Sevin began scratching his arm. “Oh, no, not again. I’ve had this problem that comes and goes, I — ” he scratched his arm furiously. “I have the 7 of Clubs itch.” And out fell the 7 of Clubs he’d shoved up his sleeve.

We dated for four months, which in 9th-grade time is like 50 years.

Careful readers will note the time I typed you excerpts from my hard-hitting and thoughtful high school diary, where on the day before my first day of 10th grade I wrote, “If Kevin dumps me, I will die” and then I got to school the next day, saw all the boys there, came home and dumped him. Also, careful readers may note his carefully disguised name is now blown.

I’m telling you all this and did not mean to get into so much detail but you know how I am, because then in December I fell in love for the first time, with Giovanni Leftwich, my high school boyfriend I’ve told you about 97 times.

And the reason I’m telling you all this is because this weekend it dawned on me:

That time from Saul Dietzel to Giovanni Leftwich was 10 months. That’s all it was! Ten months! It felt like three years, at least. I’ve practically been on this lockdown for 10 months! I started in February, before the word plague was even a thought you had. Ten months is nothing! It’s a blip!

Why is that? Why does time move so slowly when you’re young and so fast when you’re old? I mean really, why? I’m not just making conversation because Seth and the Aryan are making out in the finished basement. Really. Why? It’s so weird.

And that sums up my thoughts on that matter. There must be some sort of logical explanation, and as we all know, I live and die by logic.

I leave you with an exciting visual. Last Sunday I took a walk on this trail and it was pleasant so I decided to take the same walk yesterday. I noted that the leaves were just starting to change color and it was noticeable from last week to this, so here’s what I decided.

I’ve decided I’ll go back to my trail every week and take a photo of this same spot so we can watch the fall progression. Exciting, right?! I realize the best part of life is the thinner slice and dear June stop saying that but also that there aren’t many hopey changey leaves showing in THIS shot but look:

Here’s another foe toe I took yesterday and you can see leaves are JUST STARTING to change. I wasn’t making it up.

Of course, there’s the part where we assume I’m going to be able to find that spot on the trail again, which is a bunch of anonymous trees on a long path, but whatever. I should have left some sort of Hansel and Gretel trail. I’m sorry. Some sort of Sansel and Sretel trail.

I guess I can always return to this water and take a picture, or rather a foe toe and dear June STOP, right there. That at least will be easy enough to find.

I have to go. I have to go to work and then next thing you know 10 months will have passed and I guarantee you there won’t be three boyfriends who will have come and gone in that time like there were in much-faster 1980.

Love,
Sune

81 thoughts on “The one where June realizes the best part of life is the thinner slice and also TIME! (tick, tick, tick) TIME!

  1. How much I dated was directly related to my weight. It went up and down and so did my dating. Thin was in and after losing 45 pounds at eighteen/nineteen to be my personal adult best, a size 13/14 I got told how hot I’d be if I could lose 30 pounds! Grrr. I found men who liked me plump after high school and three who did briefly in high school. I was mainly a wall flower and a late bloomer but I had many, many crushes and much angst and longing. I wrote lots of poetry about unrequited “love”. I truly did love a male friend but sadly we never wanted each other at the same time. I did have a lot of male friends at school and work who found me cool and great to talk to. I was never the bell of the ball and aging is easier for women Iike me.
    Fun post, June, it’s amusing to read what it was like for someone with a more active middle/high school dating experience.

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  2. Euchre is a thing here in Ohio too. I’ve played many times, and each time the poor other players have had to explain the rules to me again. I just don’t like that there is a trump card. TRUMP. Anyway, time did go so goddamn slow back then. Now, I’m like, how is it September of my 44th year already. Lu annoy. Also, please do continue with your photos FOE TOES of the changing of the leaves. This time of year always makes me sad, so maybe those FOE TOES can teach me to enjoy the beauty of the season. Also too, commenting way after you posted. I explained my weird time off work/awful sleeping patterns in my last comment. Just to say. I’m weird. Also also, I will soon be sending you an email re: my reading and what did or did not come true.

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  3. In your new header. I would live there.
    I have that light fixture in my house and several others that are very similar. Although, copper colored.
    I really like the built in shelves .
    And …right there is your new hair-do.

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  4. I wasn’t advanced enough to really date in high school. I did have a “boyfriend” in 9th grade, but only because he asked me to go “out” and I thought it would be rude to say no. That relationship amounted to walking with our arms around each other’s waists in the hallways between class and sometimes a pseudo-kiss as we went to our separate classes. It was all horrifying to me (I TOLD you, I was very delayed). I remember praying in gym that I would break my arm playing volleyball so that I wouldn’t have to meet up and walk all the way to French class with him afterwards. He was a very nice guy, though, and I really hurt his feelings when (after a month of praying I’d break my arm) I told him I’d rather “just be friends.” I know, SO ORIGINAL.

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  5. As I read this, I could smell my high school hallways. I bet they still smell the same. I have no explanation for time flying by, but it’s the one thing that really freaks me out if I think about it too long.
    Lovely post as always, Sune.
    Luff, Sisa

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  6. Ah, high school hallways brings back a lot of memories. So, so glad I did not stay in town and marry my hs / college boyfriend. He was so immature and just wanted to party all through college. I was focused on getting out of college as quickly as possible (3 years here) and getting a job so I could live on my own. But I did have fun in high school and college because I didn’t restrict myself to just doing things with him but spent a lot of times with my girl friends as well.

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  7. I have never heard of euchre. I don’t even know how to pronounce it -Yoo-ker? Ew-ker?
    OMG hallways. In high school I was a PRO at mapping a route to *coincidentally* run into whoever. I was like human gps, circa 1982. My memories of college hallways are of hilarious shenanigans in the dorm and sorority house. One year we had a creepy-looking Santa that we would hide in unexpected places, scaring the daylights out of each other.
    We don’t get good fall leaves here. Can’t wait to see yours!
    Excellent post, June!

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  8. I’m looking forward to seeing your photos. In Tucson, we really don’t get to see the leaves change.
    I’ve played Euchre for years. Its a quick card game that doesn’t take a lot of thinking so its fun to play when sitting around with friends.
    I hated every minute of junior and senior high school. The girls would get in fights in the halls in junior high and the boys got into fights in high school.

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    1. Card games give me a headache. People have tried to get me interested and I never am. That game sounds like fun if it’s easy.

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  9. The hall was where you could make sure you could be in a certain place, at a certain time, wearing a certain outfit, just so that a certain someone could walk by. Whether or not they saw you, looked your way, said anything, did not matter. It was all to chance. The result either made your day, or sent you to your room that night in anguish. Would love to do it again just once!

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  10. When you say “first” boyfriend, are you talking about kindergarten, grade school, junior high or high school?

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  11. My father would only allow my friends in the public rooms of the house – the downstairs, basically. Friends, even same sex ones, were not allowed in our bedrooms. And our basement was unfinished. So yeah, I didn’t have friends over very often. My Dad wasn’t a fan of me going over anyone else’s house either – he “didn’t think his kid should be anyone else’s problem.” Ouch. And I was a really good kid too! And in high school, my boyfriends only lasted 1 month. It was like an oven timer would go off when the month mark was up, and I’d break up with them. I didn’t pay attention to how long it was; my friends noticed the pattern. Even then, I couldn’t stop it. One guy did get 2 months, but that was because I broke up with him, and then we later got back together for another month.

    The leaves are just starting to turn here too, and already one of my neighbors is going nuts with the leaf blower. Grumble.

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  12. I’m looking forward to seeing the changing pictures along your walking trail.. My high school daughter had an assignment once to go back to the same nature spot once a month for three months and document the changes (no photos, as this was before cell phones were so prevalent).

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  13. The dogs and I have several different walks to choose, but we don’t get to do my favorite often because it’s not good when it’s wet and Titi prefers to go around the building that’s all Tudor in the front and concrete and rust in the back. But my favorite has a pond, and a few times I’ve seen a snapping turtle in it (viewed from a safe spot), so I like to look once in a while. But today the water was almost thoroughly coated in algae. I hope your body of water stays photogenic.

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  14. The only card games I can remember playing in our house and with our friends was poker and 21. We’d have some epic poker tournaments around our kitchen table in high school that would last for days. People would come and go and there was always someone new sitting down to play. We didn’t have a basement (Southern California) but our kitchen table was the equivalent of a basement hangout. We had an open door policy at our house. If the front door was open, just come on in. If someone rang the doorbell, we knew it was a stranger because nobody rang the doorbell. Everyone just walked in and there were always people hanging out 24/7. Sometimes, nobody in our family was home but people would still be hanging out in our house. There was one guy who was a drug dealer and he would come over late at night when he wanted to get away from his customers. He’d just watch TV and quietly leave before we got up in the morning. Good times.

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  15. Not being from Michigan, I’ve neither heard of nor played Euchre. Now I’m trying to remember the card game I played with my former in-laws who hailed from Minnesota. I’ll have to ponder that to see if I can reactivate some old memory brain cells.

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  16. Jim and I talk about the “time goes faster when you are old” thing all the time now. I don’t know why it seems that way either, but it drives me crazy. I’m at a point where I’m pretty dang happy & content and I just want to stay where I am for the rest of my life. I don’t want to get old and die! Oh well, I don’t worry about dying or anything, but I do hope I’m in my 90s when it happens!

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  17. Oh that header picture. I remember all of that stuff, the ruffled white glass candy dish, the hanging lamp, of course the telephone, the pen stuck in the thingy, the three tier plate, the wooden salt shaker and pepper grinder, the tie back curtains. What a hussy the neighbors must have thought she was with that bleached hair!
    Great post, June.

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    1. I recognized the hanging light and wondered if that was in my childhood dining room. Of course the black rotary phone is exactly like the one we had, requiring a stronger dialing finger back then. We had a party line and were sure a noisy neighbor listened into our calls. This brings back memories…now if I can just remember the name of that card game.

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    2. My mother in law gave me one of those glass candy dishes just today but mine is all fancy and has a blue color on the outer edge of all the white. I’ve no idea what I did to deserve such a treat but will gladly put it in my house next to my other trinkets.

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    3. I had two grade school teachers with bleached blonde hair and it was a Roman Catholic school. The hair was more golden blonde but bleach blonde hair did not equal hussy where I grew up in the sixties and seventies. I got my first “frosting” at sixteen, a birthday gift from my favorite aunt.
      I love that room too and recognize much of it also.

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  18. Man, dating in high school was rough. I didn’t go out with anyone from my high school because nobody from there ever asked me out. Oh, there were always guys hanging out at our house and I had plenty of male buddies but did they ever make their move on me? No. So I dated guys from other schools. And a 23 year old when I was 16. My daughter is always appalled about that but it was the 70s and my parents were okay with it (Parents of the Year right there). Several years after graduation, I ran into a guy from school and he told me that the reason none of my classmates ever asked me out was because they had heard I would only date either guys from other schools or much older guys so they didn’t even bother. Sigh.

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    1. I had a lot of male friends but no boyfriends at my high school. The only two who asked did not appeal to me. I said I was everybody’s buddy but nobody’s girl. I did date a few guys from other schools and one out of school too (but only two years older). My fifteen year old cousin was dating a twenty-two year old and my parents were appalled. He gave me my first joint to smoke.

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  19. In Minnesota, we played whist. Our basements were finished with linoleum and wood panelling. I have two little brothers so I never brought a boy to my house.

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  20. We get no signs of fall here in Phoenix, so yes please share the photos of the trees changing. I had a horrible boyfriend from freshman through junior years. He graduated a year before me but manipulated me fiercely. It’s amazing how I survived my younger years. I once had a psychiatrist tell me that it was amazing I am alive after I told her just a portion of my history.

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  21. I LOVED this post! I was laughing all the way through it. Sevin [flump]. The names are priceless. I agree, time moved so.much.slower as kids and teenagers. I can remember when I was in 4th grade I was ready to be finished with school and realized I had at least another eight years of school, which might have been 80 years in my way of thinking. Now? Oh my gosh, where is the time going? It doesn’t seem that long since Christmas and now it is right at three months. Guess what I’m not doing this year? Christmas shopping, well I’ve really not done that for the past several years, just give them money, they love it, it’s the right size and the right color and I haven’t spend my precious time shopping for the ungrateful crowd.
    Tee

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    1. P.S. I love the color changes in the fall. So far, there’s no hint of any color changes this far south, it will be fun to follow your color watch.

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  22. I love how the ads sometimes fool me into thinking they’re you’re photos. There was an ad with a man and dog that came right as you speculated what Sevin would look like. Anyway. Love euchre, and I had an unfinished basement so I wasn’t a cool kid. Actually only one of my friends had a basement such as you describe. We missed out on the full mid-Michigan experience. Lame. I look forward to your fall color pictures, assuming you don’t forget. The leaves are changing already in my area and I adore fall color.

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  23. I have to say about Euchre – I have love/hate feelings about it. Deb and I played that game for hours on end as we had no tv to speak of in those olden/golden days. He was the one who taught me the game – and when we ended, I never played it again. It was the game we played while we both drank too much gin lemonade in Nita’s kitchen just before he enlisted. I got so sick Nita kept me there for almost 2 days. Not sure she would have been so kind if she knew that in a month I would be her daughter-in-law! haha.
    I walked the halls of AHHS with Kenny – who would inevitably dump me and then come crawling back to marry me 50 yrs later for a short time and then dump me again.I walked around with my head down as I was so near sighted and God forbid I would wear my glasses – so I guess everyone just thought I was stuck up.
    I guess I did some really silly things when I was young but they are so much fun to laugh about now that I am old!

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  24. Word press wouldn’t take my reply when I tried to fill out the info below this area. Let me begin again. I tried to learn Euchre the entire summer between 11th and 12th grades. I still have PTSD from it and a parent saying over and over again, “She’s trying to trump!” (Must not have known then I was a Democrat). I’m thinking it could be a family thing, this not learning the card game, you know, like not being able to do basic math. Aunt Kathy

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  25. You’re name disguising skills are impressive. This whole post is hilarious! Hope that means you are feeling much better.
    Can’t wait to follow along with the changing of the leaves1

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  26. I had the same boyfriend all through high school. Despite being super involved in so many activities that should have made me well known, I am forever known as that guy’s girlfriend. It irks. We were terrible together. Thank God I didn’t marry him.

    I never knew euchre was a Michigan card game. A coworker, whose spouse is from Michigan, mentioned recently that they play euchre.

    I remember my dad telling me that as I got older, the time would pass much more quickly. Now I realize he was right.

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  27. OMG. Euchre. I was also born and raised in Michigan and I hate that game so much. I know the rules, but there are so many insinuations… oh you played that card so I assumed you would have this card. No. Assume nothing with me. And then the “renege” charges. Too much pressure. Also my daughter went to SVSU her freshman year before we all moved out of state. 7th grade me would have married a man who made his entrance falling down the stairs. Actually 54 year old me would still find that attractive.

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  28. I always liked Sevin. I like people who try to make me laugh. Tell him I said si if you ever talk to him which I think you do sometimes. Oh, I think the speeding up of time has something to do with Einstein. Not sure about that. I can’t play cards either.

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    1. Dear Mom:

      For reasons unknown to me, Sevin unfriended me on Facebook. I can’t for the life of me imagine what I did. But remember when he saw you in the store a few years ago and said hi? You might see him before I do.

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  29. I’m so old I’m not even sure high school really happened. I enjoyed my kids’ high school years way more than my own. But lovely post June. Name disguise is your jam. I hate that use of the word jam.

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  30. This was so fun to read. As the mother of a college sophomore I have to say middle school and high schooled sucked much harder than in my day (class of 1985).

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  31. A friend of mine says “Life is like a roll of toilet paper, the closer you get to the end the faster it goes”. Seems pretty accurate!

    Also, wasn’t life a little less complicated in middle school? If you like somebody, have your friends seal the deal so you don’t get your feelings hurt directly!

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    1. Oh God, middle school SUCKED for me. I was tall, skinny and wore big hideous glasses and had long stringy hair. Those were my awkward days and I do not miss them in any way, shape or form.

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  32. I love your walking trail and look forward to the changing colors. As far as your question about time, like Horshack, I have my arm raised high, waiting for you to call on me. It has to do with the percentage of your life. When we were young, summer lasted forever. Not so much, now. It’s over before it’s barely started.

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    1. This year summer lasted forever! It started in March when school let out and is just now winding down. ha! Back to childhood.

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  33. Commenting just to beef up your comment stats. My first boyfriend was Billy Wallace. PIlly Pallace to you. From age 3 to 9. He was the oldest child in his family (one year older than me), followed by twins Jeannie and Jimmie (one year younger than me), and then the sole surviving triplet of the last of the children (and I can’t remember his name but remember him always running around naked in their house, and Jeannie screaming at him to put some clothes on and her mother saying “Oh, for heaven’s sake, she (meaning me) has seen naked boys before.” Actually, I hadn’t, which is why my jaw dropped open). We had to move away when I was nine and Billy (Pilly) kissed me goodbye behind the For Sale sign on our lawn and told me he was sorry we were moving. So was I. It was very traumatic (the move, not the kiss) and I never recovered from that ruthless uprooting from Ohio to Maryland. We went on to move every 2 years from age 9 all through my high school years, all over the country, which is why I don’t have any childhood or teenage friends I keep in touch with which is why I never bothered to join Facebook. For which I am grateful. The End.

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    1. This is an excellent story! I remember well when my 7 year old best friend on my block moved away. I was heartsick for weeks. Wonder what happened to her.

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  34. I was just going through old yearbooks yesterday, since I had a bunch of boxes from our move over a year ago that I never unpacked. I found my high school diary, and omg, I want to shoot that poor kid and put her out of her misery. Always bent out of shape over this guy or that. I don’t remember ever being a huge drama queen, but that’s how I come across 😂. I always thought Harper got it from my mom, lol.

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  35. I love this post (and the pics at the top of your page are just the best). Ooooh the hallways of high school – my major “crush” that I thought I was in love with in 9th grade – well I’d never actually spoken to him so I’m not sure where the love came from except he was cute. When I was very young I once said to my wise old dad that time was going so fast. His response was that I must be getting old:). I agree with all the other commenters about 6 months being a huge chunk of your life when you are 10 or 12 but not so much at 50.
    I’d also would have expected bauer to be spelled bower? Maybe it’s named after Jack Bauer as those cards are so powerful. Love your posts June.

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  36. Lovely path to follow. Looking forward to seeing autumn make progress. And my bad teenage memories cause me to skip mention of those years.

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  37. My junior year, Belinda G. was in my Typing II class. She was dating David, who had paid far too much attention to me for two years. He made me nervous because even though I knew nothing, I knew he was dangerous, which meant he was looking for sex. I was not interested. Belinda, a tall bad-ass of a strawberry blonde, sat down next to me. I didn’t know her at all, but she was a girl with a vibe, you know? Outright, she said, “I asked David who he thought was the prettiest girl around here and so you know what said?”
    I was pretty sure I was going to get my ass kicked right here in Typing II. She said, “He said you. So I decided I should meet you.”
    She befriended me and a few months later, introduced me to the love of my life. Oh, high school!

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      1. That’s exactly why I hate trying to “type” anything on my dinky phone. I took three years of typing, if you count the year of shorthand and having to transcribe the dictation taken.

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  38. My first real boyfriend was Bubba Mitchell, no lie. I barely remember it but my mom remembers him clearly because he helped her load hay into the barn one day. I think she really suffers internally because I didn’t stick that one out. We dated for maybe three months because I took someone else to prom who was way taller than me. Bubba gave me his class ring but I couldn’t wear heels without being taller than him, so I went with Billy instead. Talk about torrid.

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    1. This made me laugh out loud and scare the cat. My mother despaired because I had a total of two nice boyfriends and the second one became my husband. He would load hay. The other nice boy was from Long Island (LawnGuyLand, as Paula H&B would say) and I couldn’t wear heels with him.

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  39. Can’t wait to see your leaves change. I’m sure you will find the same spots back with your impressively ordered brain. I’m in Michigan so my colors are ahead of yours so it will stretch out my favorite season.
    Lovely post and pics, June

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  40. This will make me rethink all the “boyfriends” I had in school. Won’t take long, there weren’t many. But that didn’t lessen the angst…
    I wish the leaves were turning color here bc that’d mean we were finally going to have some crisp fall weather instead of humidity and mosquitoes that refuse to die.

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  41. I think time moves faster as we age because we are busier.

    Out of the blue yesterday I was thinking of a high school crush I had. Need to preface this with: I did NOT date in high school. Bad hair. Glasses. I could go on.

    Anyway a friend (as in not a girl in my small, nerdy, tight circle), but a girl who was in some classes with me and thought I was funny. (I attended an all girl school attached in same building to an all boys school).

    She was cool. I know this because boys from the boys’ side of school talked to her. She offered to call the boy I liked on my behalf to see if he would go to homecoming with me.

    The next day she showed up to school and told me that he had asked her to homecoming instead. Oh. OK. They dated most if not all of senior year.

    You’re welcome for bringing you two together.

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  42. You’re right. Everything happened in the halls back then. And it was a big deal if you got kissed in the hall. As opposed to in a car backseat or behind the bleachers or in a finished basement.

    Also, I am a euchre shark and this is the first time I’ve seen the word bauer. Not how I thought it was spelled. Interesting.

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  43. When you were 15, ten months (rounding up to 12 for ease of explanation) was 1/15 of your life. Now it’s 1/54 (I’m not sure how old you are. I know all your pets’ names and your coworkers from tiny town to present day, I remember when you had plantar fasciitis, I know you’re like a magpie when it comes to sparkly things, I know all this stuff, but not how old you are).

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  44. I think it’s because it is a smaller portion of your life. Ike Christmas takes forever to get here when you are 5, because a year is 20% of your life. But then when you’re older it’s a smaller percentage (and also you’re the buyer of gifts instead of the receiver)
    I’m looking forward to the leaves changing colors photos. Leave don’t change color here. They are green and on a tree or brown and on the ground. And I didn’t intend for that to rhyme.

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  45. Love the code names. I just did the same thing with taking a picture of a tree turning colors that I walk by most days walking my dog. Of course I live in New York state so the leaves are more advanced here. Much like you were more advanced than I was on the high school romance. I tell myself it is because I went to a small school…. 500 kids, Kindergarten – 12th grade, but it was mostly my fatness. Sigh….

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    1. I tell myself I was at a very small school and there just wasn’t much of “that” going on before maybe junior/senior year, but like you, I think it was just my perception because it didn’t involve me. Not popular. I sort of “bloomed” the summer before junior year and boys started notice me but by then I had been teased way too much to have anything to do with them.

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  46. Lovely post, June. Thanks for spilling the beans on how you disguise names. Words of wisdom: The older you get, the faster time flies. And that’s the truth.

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  47. I think it’s because we remember more history as we get older, so 10 months is a smaller fraction of the time in our memories now. Especially if we’re blocking out entire weeks of boredom. What were we talking about again?

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