WHERE YOU WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL














Santa Barbara High School, I graduated in 1972. It was in my junior year we voted as a school to allow girls to wear slacks to school. That's right. The school dress code up until this time required you to wear dresses.

'Santa Barbara High School, "Home of the Dons," is a high school in Santa Barbara, California. It is part of the Santa Barbara School Districts. The school was established in 1875, and was designated an official California and City historic landmark in November 2005.

The school's newspaper, The Forge, has been in continuous publication since 1914, the second oldest high school newspaper in California.' (thanks Wikipedia)

I loved the architecture of the building. After looking at some online pictures (thanks Google) I remember my locker being in one of the outside halls-covered with a roof, but still it was outside. I also remember going into a two-story facade to go downstairs to the girls locker room, change clothes and either go jump on the trampoline, go swimming in the unheated outdoor swimming pool, or go out to one of the lower fields to go golf.

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