Close your eyes. You're 17. Where are you?
 

Where are you in your mind? In your dreams? Do you have a special place you recall?

I'm back on the beach in Santa Monica. Will Rogers State Beach, life guard tower 17. It's about 5:00 p.m. and most of the people have gone home. The sun is starting to set over the water, but I can still feel its warmth on my skin as I lie on my stomach on my towel. I can smell the Bain de Soleil orange gelee on my skin and I think I hear Rick Dees on the radio. The red hot sand from earlier in the day has cooled and I can feel it running through my toes as I dig my feet into the sand.

Better pack up and start walking home. Dinner will be ready soon!

high school band room.

yeah, i was a band geek.. but it was a blast.

Im sitting around a campfire in Andresonville GA with the 7th Ga Calvary (my reenacting unit) drinking wine coolers (new invention back then lol) out of a tin cup wearing my b/f's frock coat and watching him burn marshmallows for me, listening to a group of the guys that had just come back from the cemetary tell us how a couple driving their car had run off the road because they thought they were seeing ghosts (the guys were still in their confederate uniforms) and when they went to help the people in the car they got out running and screaming because they thought the "ghosts" were coming to get them lol

ahhh thanks lindalove, thats one of my favorite memories from when I was 17

Umm.. I'm pretty sure it involves vodka, bleachers and a couple girls

When I turned 17 I was in my last year of high school. Judging by that time frame, I was probably training or sleeping.

1997, Junior year going into senior year, hanging out with my ex-wife (then girlfriend) before going to bad movie and making out in the back row. Times change, but I still like going to the movies and making out in the back row, I haven't done it in YEARS... sadly.

In my freshman dorm room, hazy with cigarette smoke. Reading. I'm on the chair by the window, lurkette is asleep on my bed.

Ummm, "borrowing" my friend's dad's Porsche and seeing how fast we could get it, and how fast we could do 0-60 on a then abandoned street, which is lined with houses now (160 mph max speed, and 0-60 in under 4 seconds by the way). Going into the woods or mountains and getting busy with my girl at the time on a blanket. Soaking Abercombie & Fitch and Tommy Hilfiger clothes in gasoline, and lighting them on fire in the front lawn of my school to make a statement. Being your standard wreckless teenager.

At 17...
I was an awkward girl in love with a stoner thinking I could never get him because I was not a pothead yet. Which leads to my memory of sitting on a quiet, counrty road at night with some wine coolers, cigarettes, and my best friend. We drank and smoked so much that night and talked about sex and where we would be after high school. Aww, well I'm glad I didn't end up where I thought I would be...I'm much happier here. Although I did get the stoner and then it was all a haze for about 3 years. :lol:

Seventeen years ago TODAY (3rd Thursday of October) was the City Cross Country Championship, and I was bouncing around in class all day. I even got reprimanded in my Modern European History class for figdetting. I ran a 16:21 for 3 miles on a course with a 1250' vertical change, which was the 2nd fastest time of the year on that course and the 3rd fastest ever. Unfortunately, the fastest time ever was 10 seconds ahead of me, but I still qualified for State with no problem.

It's scary that I still remember these details. If anyone wants to know the weather that day, that's still stored up there too along with the weather for in Nashville 10 days later. Jeez, gotta learn to use that power for good rather than evil...

I'm on my long summer vacation lying on a beach with my best friend getting a tan and not worrying about ANYTHING. Good times...

17 years old...back in high school.

If it were right now, at this time, I would be in choir class, more than likely practicing for the fall concert, which would probably be sometime within the next week. We would be finishing and polishing our pieces. I was a mezzo soprano, probably one of the hardest parts to sing, but I loved it.

Choir pretty much says everything about high school for me. I spent all of my free time senior year in and around the choir room, band room, and auditorium, between doing the fall play, concerts for choir, doing the spring musical, and hanging out with all of my friends in choir, band, and drama.

My mothere was shaking her head at me because I would spend all my money on books and spend all my time reading them.

Seeing kids today shes nodding her head vigorously that shes now happy I did. :lol:

I'm exchanging sexy emails with a congressman.


Actually, I'm sober and done with high school.

1) That's an absolutely adorable image.
2) Smoking in a dorm room? I'd kill for it...

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17? 17 sucked. I spent all my time for a year with a girl who, in retrospect, didn't really seem to care for me that much.

But I was really starting to learn about sex, so maybe 17 wasn't horrible. :D

Sneaking into bars with my fake ID, drinking beer and riding the mechanical bull.....

They knew we were underage but I guess they thought it was better that we were where they could keep an eye on us than out on the street somewhere....

I was on TFProject hoping to not get caught :)

When I was 17, I was sneaking into the dorms on the local Air Force Base to be with my then boyfriend to have wild and crazy sex... yeah I was a rebel girl really into partying we would sometimes drive 90 miles to the state capital just for a coke on one of our dates just because we could (gas was only like 56 cents a gallon then) and then we would stop on the way home (in the mountains of course) and make out or have sex or whatever... it just depended on our mood and what time it was. Man he was the best boyfriend I ever had in high school... he taught me how to use my tongue in so many wicked ways!!! :D

17. Wow. I wanted to stay seventeen for the rest of my life. Old enough to get away with most things but not quite old enough to go to jail if you were caught. :)

I was standing outside the school hall on the morning of one of many matric exams, smoking one of my very first cigarettes. Camel Lights. Them were good days.

My best memory from when I was 17 was New Year's Eve. It was the millenium new year and we were out in the country at a party at a friend's place. When the time turned over, the girl I liked gave me a kiss on the cheek. She was my first love and we were together for almost 6 years.

-Tamerlain

17... it was '98 to early '99... I was a senior in high school, having a blast. I did so much behind-the-scenes tech stuff for the school that I barely went to classes and still got my good grades. I walked around campus all day, doing whatever needed to be done... plan/outline/table the school's morning news, prep it, do production for it, then either be in front of the camera with my friend as director, or vice-versa, more often he was one of the anchors. I worked on theater productions, school productions, graduation ceremony preparations (yeah, my own graduation- did everything but run the board on the night of, lol), major award show preparations... I was very busy, every day, but I loved doing it.

i had just turned 17 in matric. it's the day of my birthday. and the day two of my very best friends and i and three other friends of ours(not at our school), in fact, they were out of school already. we decide to bunk school with these three boys and we are on our way to the beach. we stop at Mcdonalds to get a bite to eat and proceed to the oceanarium where we break into the museum and the snake park. when one of the caretakers came to us and asked us what we were doing there, we said we were on an excursion. to our delight, the six of us got taken on a tour of the museum and snake park and a whole lesson in reptiles.

way way cool. those were the days.

Where are you?
High school

Where are you in your mind?
In a pleasant cottage in the English countryside, writing.

In your dreams?
Europe.

Do you have a special place you recall?
Lodged in my room's corner where I'd set up my humble library, reading.

I was a loud-mouthed

I was a loud-mouthed, straight edge, skateboarded with very few aspirations beyond expelling the least amount of energy possible. I had little concern for my future and applied myself only to things I was interested in - I skated all year round and openly ignored my english curriculum to read Crime and Punishment. I wanted my teachers to understand that it wasn't that I didn't understand the work enough to get good grades - their work was so beneath me that to devote enough of my time to get the worst passing grade was an honor that I extended to them.

I was just a kid without enough life-experience to know when to choose my battles.

I was also in love.

Mid-October and I'm 17...
It's Senior Yeah of HS, naturally, and I hate it. Except for a couple of classes, the only redeeming feature of High School is marching band, where I've been learning to drink, flirt, play pranks, and play Verdi on the Trombone.
Our Band's really good; consistant wins every year, but I'm worried because the idiotic Drummers can't seem to get their shit together. My Band friends are pretty much my life at this time of year; we're always either practicing or partying together. My non-Band friends are invited too, but they don't understand the jokes.

I'm worried about getting into college because, aside from a stellar showings in my History and French classes, HS has been a joke for me. I cruise through, bored to tears and sick to death of the BS. My grades relfect this, and I know it. Half the teachers in school love me, because I actually speak up. The other half hate me because of what I say when I -do- speak up. I wear a trenchcoat and it's just over a year after Columbine; I don't care. It keeps me warm, and I was wearing it long before Columbine. I'm used to the dirty looks; I was "the Nerd" for ten years, after all.

I work at a grocery store and hate it.

...balls deep in this whore's ass in Singapore...

Making out in the back alley of a sports card store where I would play geeky card games and play Dungeons and Dragons as I went from being a loner to a geek.

Man, that was 10 years ago. I feel old...

Cutting class to do as many drugs as I possibly could.

1992? Hmmmm, I would probably be sleeping late or on my way to work. I had two classes my senior year in high school. If I hadn't peaked early, I would have graduated in May of that year. Instead I was enduring my last year stuck with people that I hated and had to try not to hurt on an almost hourly basis. I was never so happy to have reasons not to go to school in my life.

Veritas et Lux!
Jimmy The Hutt

Sitting on a sofa with a rapidly expanding burn mark, fucked out of my head on ecstacy with my eyes open and in a completly different universe.

Basically just that for a year. Interesting times if nothing else.

Edit: That sounded a lot more positive than it meant to. Still don't have an immune system, stable mental processes or the boat loads of money i spent:|

That was so long ago... 1985/86. I was a dorky highschooler. I was smitten with a tall redhead who was very bad for me (there was lot's of sex involved so I couldn't really help myself as that sort of thing goes).

I worked at the hospital making more money than a 17-year-old has a right to make while still in school.

I was a year away from Univeristy and the eye-opening change that was about to bring... and a year away from meeting my wife.

I was a few months away from the murder suicide of my best friend.

It marked the definitive end of my childhood.

Before September I was working 60+ hours a week at a combo of several different jobs (including See's Candy girl) to desparately save up enough money to be admitted into college for as long as possible. I had already graduated HS at age 15.5 (contingent on 2 jr. college courses), and had no friends, so working was fine by me. I was desparate to get out of the house and away from my father, yet in an "acceptable" way.

Fortunately it worked, and once I got to college, my life started. I carried full-time credits, a part-time job, started living in the dorms, making friends, and enjoying my life for the first time ever.

I'm most likely sitting in the passenger seat of my friend's 87 Cutlass listening to either raggae or WuTang Clan and smoking a blunt. We don't have anywhere in particular to go, but we can't smoke that shit in our parent's houses so we're stuck using his car. The good thing about this is that gas is incredibly cheap, so wasting it doesn't bother him that much.

I was traveling the word skiing and smoking weed for a bit....then did some more skiing since I cheated my way out of high school early. I also didnt think I could get a girl (I used to have glasses and braces) and 1 yr later I couldnt get the girlies off of me

Wow, the best times were working at the golf course, and playing lots of golf! At night, we'd all meet at the mud flats, and drink and 4x4 till we passed out. Then off to work again. We made a lot of money, played a lot of golf, and drank too much beer!

17 huh?

Well...it's 1979, going into 1980, and it is my senior year in high school. I'm working at McDonald's and making my own money. There was no real fast food "stigma", at that time. Then, any job was a good job. We're about to roll out a new product. The Happy Meal. The very first theme would be Star Trek The Motion Picture. I'm drinking Iron City, Genesee, and Rolling Rock Beer, usually procured 20 miles away, across the Maryland border, where the drinking age is 18. I'm driving a pristine 1968 Mercury Monterey. On the 8-track can usually be heard either Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell, or Boston's Don't Look Back.
Due to a new found confidence, I'm receiving attention from girls that, before now, had barely acknowleged my existence. I'll soon be signing the papers enlisting me into the US Air Force, though I won't be leaving until well into my 18th birthday. I am dating Kathy, a very attractive, though slightly psychotic, redhead from another school. We taught each other a few things in the back seat of that Monterey.

Ahh...memories...

First fall quarter of college. Probably today, my music theory instructor would wander in late at 8:15AM from a weekend of playing gigs. His hair would be cowlicked straight up, and he'd have a cigarette in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. No teaching materials except what was in his genius head. He'd stare at us and then growl, "What time is it, gang?" We'd chirpily respond, "It's 8:15, Bob." He'd think a bit and then respond back, "Well, that's just too damn early for music theory. What say we head over to the Krystal for some breakfast?"

And we would. I learned more about music from that man than from any ten other professors combined.

Sitting in the cafeteria with the high school group, talking about video games, or band, or something. Perhaps in the band room, or on a trip to some performance. Maybe with one of my girlfriends (I had three in a row at that age). Getting dumped. Meeting LPM. etc.

At 17, I was dating nwlinkvxd- it was the year I lost my virginity. It was the year I went to my first and only high school dance. It was a pretty damn good year. And then 18 hit. :(

I was still in high school. My senior year. I was pergnant with a child that I didn't know I wanted so bad, until I lost it, and dating a guy that I didn't know I loved so much, until I lost him. It was the year I learned that life isn't always simple. And the year that I learned that things can change in the blink of an eye.

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.

March of my junior year of high school on a Monday? I'd probably be at academic team practice right now.

In my bedroom with my dick in my hand.

I remember that strip mall. Ahh, I miss Cali.

Out on a corner downtown, selling acid and spanging up enough money to go see whatever show was coming that night and get a 30 case of nati light.

Standing at attention for three hours at a stretch,
not even being able to converse with the police officer next to me,
11:00 pm, Tucson International Airport.
Waiting three hours for the last departure of the day,anticipating
the sounds and sights of the approaching passengers as they prepared
to board the airplane...them watching me..me watching them..the final round of screening, scrutinizing...the controlled yet friendly banter..the drama..
an odd blend of friendly tension for us all..

I would occasionally wonder if any of them would be the feds that routinely
tested us...reading faces...some weary...some excited...
some sad...bored...haughty..afraid...clueless..hungry...
yeah...that's enough..

It would be my junior year of high school and we would be getting ready for the upcoming softball season. We did make it to the state tournament for the 2nd out of three times in my four years of high school. Alas, we lost in the first round....for the 2nd time.....we was runner-up the next year though...

It's about 3 am, and the stress from my freshman year has completely reversed my sleep cycle. I head outside with a lit cigarette and work my way towards the walkway outside the dorm that crosses the river.

Lining that walkway is an array of old-fashioned light posts. Most of the area is dark, making the glow coming from the buildings across the river stand out even more. I would lean over the side of the railing, blow out the smoke, and just watch the murky water run past. It gets disorienting every so often, so I'd look away to snap out of it before looking down again. The occasional straggler walks by, neither myself nor they acknowledge one another. In a city that big, in a campus that size, the serenity is remarkable.