DESCRIBE A TYPICAL SCHOOL DAY DURING YOUR HIGH SCHOOL YEARS.
Do you mean before I joined the Church and attended Seminary or post membership?
Pre-Church membership I got up, caught a ride with Deanna Hafner and later Paula Westcott (neighborhood friends—her mom drove us in her very old black Packard), or Keith Kendrick (if Paula was sick that day) and we rode to school.
In fact, the week before school started Deanna and her mom picked me up and took me shopping with them. They bought me my first pair of sandals—not thongs (flip-flops), but for really real sandals. They were cream colored and there were little metal circles that joined the toe and ankle straps to the triangular leather across the top of the foot. I loved those sandals. Made me feel so special-almost like the normal kids.
Mrs. Hafner dropped us off out front of the school, we went in to our classes and I usually got a ride home with her.
Lunch was spent with her friends, but I was quite coarse in my speech around them. If we got into too frank a conversation I’d start swearing—repeating what I’d learned at home and well embellished with my active teen aged mind.
After I joined the Church I started catching a ride with Cozy Williams to early morning Seminary. She picked up at least 4 people and we all squeezed into her little VW Bug.
You’d think that with Church and Seminary I’d give up the bad language but changes come slowly and only when we’re ready.
So one day at lunch, the group I ate with finally cornered me and said if I was a Christian I wouldn’t be using the name of the Lord in vain and that they found it offensive and if I didn’t stop they didn’t want to spend lunch with me. Well. I stopped swearing around them and I stopped hanging around them. Deanna wasn’t hanging around them any more either, so why should I?
Pre-Church membership I got up, caught a ride with Deanna Hafner and later Paula Westcott (neighborhood friends—her mom drove us in her very old black Packard), or Keith Kendrick (if Paula was sick that day) and we rode to school.
In fact, the week before school started Deanna and her mom picked me up and took me shopping with them. They bought me my first pair of sandals—not thongs (flip-flops), but for really real sandals. They were cream colored and there were little metal circles that joined the toe and ankle straps to the triangular leather across the top of the foot. I loved those sandals. Made me feel so special-almost like the normal kids.
Mrs. Hafner dropped us off out front of the school, we went in to our classes and I usually got a ride home with her.
Lunch was spent with her friends, but I was quite coarse in my speech around them. If we got into too frank a conversation I’d start swearing—repeating what I’d learned at home and well embellished with my active teen aged mind.
After I joined the Church I started catching a ride with Cozy Williams to early morning Seminary. She picked up at least 4 people and we all squeezed into her little VW Bug.
You’d think that with Church and Seminary I’d give up the bad language but changes come slowly and only when we’re ready.
So one day at lunch, the group I ate with finally cornered me and said if I was a Christian I wouldn’t be using the name of the Lord in vain and that they found it offensive and if I didn’t stop they didn’t want to spend lunch with me. Well. I stopped swearing around them and I stopped hanging around them. Deanna wasn’t hanging around them any more either, so why should I?
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