Senior in high school. Miserable, hormone-addled and frustrated as hell. In a state of perpetual unrequited horniness. And then summer camp afterwards, which if anything was even worse.

I don't miss it.

You and your reds. lol :)

Wow, I love some of these...lol.

Lets see, 17 years old would put it in 1985. November I was still driving around my modified 1970 Mustang. That was my Junior year in HS (My b-day was in September, so I was forced to wait an extra year to start school) I was working at Safeway Grocery store, and interestingly enough, today being November 10th, was the exact day in 85' that I signed my contract to enter the Marine Corps after graduation. I was in lust, more than love with a girl who WORSHIPED Prince, so I always spent my money getting Concert tickets in various cities nearby, because every time she went to a concert, my lucky ass would GET lucky when we left the concerts. Other than that me and my friends would hang out at the local skating rink and skate to Prince, Madonna, Scorpions, Kiss, and tons of other 80's bands while trying to chase down all the hot girls. Then if I got lucky enough to drive one home, try to see if I could get lucky then....of course back in the mid to late 80's, it wasn't that hard, most girls were pretty wild too, especially if you had a muscle car! WOW...talk about a trip down memory lane here! thanx!

I am in my friend Leo's BMW hanging out the passenger side drinking Kava and looking for girls in the Westlake Promenade (Local strip mall) being foolish and forgetting about all the milfs doing Christmas shopping that would love to experiment with a teenager so that they can forget about their rich husbands that do not know how to love them properly, and feel young again, when their life was so much more simple without the burden of a family...

...Ugh... I blacked out... What happened?

1997-98 and a senior in high school. I was signing my contract to join the Navy because I wanted to get away from where and who I was. Life's definitely been much more interesting since then. I'm not where I want to be yet but I'm making progress.

Fall 1996... 10 years ago. I was a freshman in college, C-R-A-Z-Y for Jesus, evangelical to the core. I was at a deeply Christian university, and felt like I would never be happier with so many opportunities for learning, spirituality, and service around me. I threw myself completely into it, going on retreats, Bible studies, volunteer service, the whole deal.

Oh, and I was obsessed with crew... no really, I was completely over-the-top. I spent most of my waking (and dreaming!) hours studying everything ever written or said about rowing, being a coxswain, handling a boat, etc etc. I wanted to be the absolute best, to understand every little mechanism, to go to the Olympics. :) I loved being on the crew team, though I had never set foot in a boat before the first week of my freshman year. I did that for 4 years straight.

In my spare time I studied and thoroughly loved being an English major (after finally giving up on pre-med), though didn't always do so well in my classes (due to waking up at 4:30 am 6 days a week). I made lots of friends and fell for a couple of guys, but otherwise lived pretty intensely off of my faith, rowing, and English literature. :) Those were the things I got out of bed for.

Oh, and if you couldn't tell, I was innocent as hell. Not a single thought of drinking, having sex, or even masturbating. There was just too much else to experience at the time! Plus at the time, those things were associated with being away from God, which was the last thing I wanted. But there were never serious temptations anyway... just didn't interest me.

Looking back, it was a great year for the most part. On the dark side, however, my family had gone to utter shit the summer before I left for college, and I hated having to drive home every weekend from the dorms, to keep my mother company. She also made me call her every day from school. I really resented that whole thing, and acted like a brat every time I had to deal with my mom. Hell, I still do that... guess that's the only thing that hasn't changed for me, since then. :rolleyes:

(For the record, I'm pretty much nothing like what I was then. No gung-ho religion, lots of sex and booze :lol: , no crew, not much literature, no service, and way the hell too much schoolwork... and living across the country from my mother. Go figure, I'd like to think I'm more real now, and thus doing better... but sometimes, I really miss that rather ignorant bliss.)

Hmmm, 17.

Junior in high school, slouched in the front of the class desperatly trying to stay awake so that my fool of a teacher at least thinks that he's imparting some information. Hoping to avoid the jocks who enjoy slapping me around becuase I'm pugnacious enough to fight back, yet always loose because they never make me angry enough. They learned well that first time. Looking forward to playing Dungeons and Dragons on the weekend with a bunch of pot-heads who have managed to burn away all ambition from their brains. And, if I'm really lucky, I get to hang out with a girl with borderline personality disorder that I'm in a love triangle with. Except I'm not the one fucking her. Or anybody, for that matter.

The two bright points are my parents, who love each other and me. They give me great advice, but I don't listen. I have two awesome friends, who watch over me and stop me from doing anything "leap-off-the-cliff" stupid.

Ecch. I hated high school, and 90% of everything tied to it. May they rot in whatever self-imposed hell they've made for themselves.

1992, Senior in high school. It was bad. I have never and will never wanted to go back. I was even more angry then than I am now.

Like most everyone here I was in my Senior year of high school. Most likely I was studying my @$$ off, going to colleges for interviews, filling out college apps, and playing high school sports. Sadly, no girlfriend.

When I was seventeen I was in New Zealand as an exchange student. I loved it there and did NOT want to come back when the time came.
One of the greatest adventures of my life and a very formative experience.
Young and dumb and full of it: Tripping down memory lane now!

Senior in high school, 1976. Probably sitting outside waiting for my gf to get off work at a resturant so we could go make out somewhere. Life was pretty sweet, though the folks were at times annoying. Had a pretty sweet '67 Ford Fairlane, burgandy with a peppy 289 and a Craig Powerplay 8 track. Good time in my life, to be fucked up a year later. But for that moment, pretty cool.

Regards, T

:lol: Yeah. Even back then. :thumbsup:

Summer has just ended and I'm back in school, planning to coast through my classes with periodic intoxication because I have no reason to do more than coast. I will be dealing with highschool crushes and love triangles during school, then relaxing with friends after school. In the next few months my eye will open up to a new world of art appreciation, I will hear the Air Force overhead every day after the 11th, and I will become frustrated enough with the administration that I will quit and never come back.

I don't consider it a particularly influential part of my life, but I really have no idea where I'd be now if a few things had been just slightly different.

Great thread idea btw..

Singing Jon in tick... Tick. BOOM!; my first non-community theatre experience... best experience ever

This time of year at age 17:

Funny. I don't remember that year too well. Had to flip through a paper journal to formulate a response. I was a freshman at a univeristy in another state, had no direction but thought I was headed someplace, planning on getting a degree in the humanities and marrying a man that was wealthy and in poor health, whom I had been dating for 6 or so months. I was not a gold-digger, and hated the fact that his family threw around money. Didn't like grappling with the fact that he laughed when I informed him I did not like diamonds and that I prefered spending less money. I felt that I had to live up to a new social standard. I took it as a challenge.

*shivers* Thank goodness I'm no longer on that path.

In a hospital bed. Alone. In pain. Unsure. Afraid.

It's not a part of my life I talk about very much, despite the fact that it's the part of my life that most defined who I am today.

In my mind, I'm in an old tan Duster at dusk with my favorite person in the world at that time.

In my dreams, I saw myself married to him.

The place we were always going to or coming back from when we were in that car was the Delaware Water Gap right on the border of Pennsylvania and New Jersey.

Stick-shift or Automatic? I was trying 0-60 times with an '99 M3 that was manual transmission, and the closest I could get to the published value (5.7 sec) was around 7 or so.

When I was 17? Hanging around Sunnyvale/Cupertino area with my first girlfriend. Bittersweet memories. Bitter because she turned into a manipulative bitch, but sweet because she wasn't at the time, and after all, it was my first girlfriend.

The smoking area in my HS (Imagine THAT!!).

Or hanging out on the giant railroad tressle that crossed Buffalo Bayou in Memorial Park, with a bunch of weirdos...

at 17?

In my English Literature TEE class convincing my class mates that drop bears live in Northern Australia and the only way to repel them is to smear vegemite behind your ears.

I think they even believed me for awhile ...

17, lets see here....

Senior in HS, had my own vehicle, part of a good group of other 17ish's, been around the block a couple times sexually, and was just about to truly get my heart broken by a cheating gf for the first, and last, time.

I'm under the various Audi's, BMW's, Corvettes, and other friends' parents' cars undoing the speedo cable so that they can't tell that mileage was added.

Me and friends in a local Target parking lot hanging on to shopping carts while in the back of my friends' truck as he drives 50mph across the lot. Then letting go of those carts to see how far they go.

Me and friends in a small park unbolting an aluminum picnic table only to completely reassemble it around the basketball pole. I'm sure that was a "WTF?" moment for maintanence crews.

You know, I've spent a lot of time thinking that I didn't care too much for my HS years, especially the people in the "cliques", and even some of the friends I had didn't turn out to be such great friends, but this thread made me remember that there were others like me who actually had fun together and even cared.

I may have to re-evaluate my HS years....not that it matters much.

On my skateboard. Like always.



Or with whatever girl I happened to be dating at the time.

Wow, legally I can't answer that...

It would have been 10 years ago, and I was in the exact same place that I am now.

It is strange that this is the first time I am reading this right now because I am visiting my parents now instead of living at home ten years ago.

I must not have frequented Living (Life) when this first posted. Glad it was resurrected, fun topic. I assume the question is requesting one specific memory from when we were 17.

Hubby and I first met at job training at Hardee's (1988), he had just started dating my close friend. Over the course of their 2 month relationship, I started to have a thing for him while being the third wheel on many nights and hearing all the details of their tryst's (in keeping with the 80's, "gag"). They broke up and I let him know I was interested.

This is my 17 yr. old memory:

There was a meeting that we both went to every week and I asked him if he would like to go to the next one with me and he said yes. I picked him up in the Crate (1977 Dodge van) and after the meeting I dropped him off.

I didn't just drop him off though, we ended up making out on the passenger seat and that led to the shedding of clothes and me riding him. To this day he tease's me that I was "easy". I wasn't, somehow I just knew he was "the one" and I think nearly 19 yrs. later that I was correct!

Our prom night from '89 also stands out, but we were 18 then so it doesn't count. :no:

Where was I at 17...

Where was I ...Hmm... this time of year, 17 years old... ah yes, the year my perky cheerleader little sister (freshman) finally learned to appreciate having an older sister who was not the least bit perky and was prone to ending, if not starting, fights.
Ya know.. High school must have been pretty crappy when my fondest memory isn't about prom or graduation or the parties i went to or the friends I had, but the day I broke the captain of the varsity football team's nose for walking behind my little sister with his friends, commenting on her nice ass and betting his friends he'd have "nailed that sweet thing" by the end of the week , tops.
(needless to say, he didn't ever get within 25 feet of her after I was done with him. )
Ugh. fall of 1990, Sr. year, headbangers, the only straight(didn't mean "not gay" then - but someone clean and sober) one one in a group that drank and smoked and did drugs. I scalped some tickets, went to some concerts, worked evenings and weekends for a lumberyard as an ap/ar clerk and cashier, and only went to HS half a day because the other half I went to vocational school for entrepreneurship and business mgmt. With a boyfriend that i ended up living with and getting pregnant with my daughter by 2 years later.
dreams? getting the hell out of Illinois - I didn't care where to. thats all i ever dreamed of then.
Special place I recall... none stick out as special really - i'd say that dark little place where we used to park and fuck, but it became not so special the night the cops showed up because a nearby business had an unusual late shift working and someone *ahem* HEARD us. lol

Hey my first post...


Anyway, seventeen wasn't so long ago for me, 2003


I threw my life away for a girl who ended up breaking my heart, and I fell out of the whole learning in school groove. I only went there to get stoned and party in the little shack some friends and I built in the woods down the street from the school.




If I could redo any part of my life, that would be it.

I'm seventeen, I'm getting dressed in my black satin, very formal boob tube dress, criss cross back and slit in the back...I'm getting ready for my matric dance...

I'm there, I'm dancing and having a fabulous time. A very good friend of mine asks me to slow dance with him...I put down my shawl, my camera and my bag...

Little did I know, the teacher that most female students thought was HOTT and whom most of them had a crush on (yes, including me :) ), would ask to cut in...

I'm dancing, my heart is pounding, I move slightly back so that I'm not so pressed up against him, scared he'll feel my heart beat so fast and so loud...but every time I move a little back, he pulls me a little closer...(to tell you the truth, I think he knew that out of all the girls who thought he was hot and had that huge crush on him, mine was probably the biggest,which is why he tortured me so.lol.)

My best friend sees this, she goes to call two other friends of ours who know about this huge crush I had on this teacher who now has asked to dance with me... the other two get there and the one lets out quite a shreek that both of us turn around to see the three of them standing and staring at us...

I'm a little embarrassed, but I really dont care cos he's dancing with me...and my thoughts are "OMG!!! he's dancing with me!"

The song ends...but before he turns around to walk away, he says "thanks for the dance mandy" and I melt :)

And even though I didn't get to go to the after party, I still walked away feeling I had the best matric dance ever!

Probably one of the best memories of my seventeenth year.

aaaahhhhhh *sigh*

I was so sick of High School, and I couldn't wait to be legal. I was in a serious relationship and I barely had any friends.

Mentally and physically I was a 19 - 20 year old but I was stuck in the age of 17.

I lived my High School years back when I was 14. Those were my party years.

ya well high school like everyone else. Getting the girls and playing senior football.

In high school ,just chilling out with friends ,damn I miss those days,hours & hours of thinking of some shit to get into.

Kind of like jenna, but...

I was out of high school (had gotten my GED at 16), was in a serious relationship with an adult and was attending beauty school.

Yes, I was living the life of a 19-20 year old, but that of a rather foolish 19-20 year old, lol.

At 17 yrs old at this time of day I was in my parents basement pouring over Chemistry and Calculus books until the sun set every night. Hiding out from my brother's temper and my Mom's menopause.

I hated 17.

I love now.

Probably cutting class or sitting in detention!!!!

Lying down in my pitch black bedroom hoping the aura from my migraine will go away so I could maybe come out and eat.

At 17 in 1975, I was a junior in high school stoned and bored out of mind. After school I went to my girlfriends house for a quickie and off to work. Selling or delivering appliances and TV's, the most used tool we had was the bong in the warehouse it was usually found on top of a refrigerator or double stacked washer or dryer, the unwritten rule was smoke what's there but if you had a bag leave a small cleaned pile for the next guy, my boss was cool with this and occasionally joined us!
Often I did their grocery shopping , picked their kids up from school, picked up their dry cleaning or what ever they need me to do. Such is life in a small family business in Calumet City Illinois(just south of Chicago city limits).
I was lucky enough to get this job and become part of their family, they lived behind their store and I ate lunch with them almost every day and dinner twice a week(they were open til' 9pm Tue. & Thu.).
What a wonderful family. It was a prominently a Polish community and I was glad to learn some of their traditions and ways, great people! I learned a lot, about business and how to treat people, about life! For that and much more, I will be eternity grateful!

Best job I ever had!

Back to my girlfriends house or home for dinner then back to my bosses house to help my girlfriend baby sit, they went out often. Put the kids to bed then I got laid again! After baby sitting often to the woods or another secluded place to talk and an f***or BJ, man was I horny back then.
Oh to be young again!

That's very poetic you should write a song!

Junior year of high school. Stressing over theatre productions and competitions, ignoring school, and competing in chorus competitions. Single, but half-dating my best friend that moved the year before.

If I was seventeen again, I'd probably be on my high school football field on game night. Friday night games were special.