"Senior year of high school" meme, ganked from thefreak.
...and because it's unusually self-indulgent, even for me. Bless those few of you who care to read it -- and apologies to those who have read it, or nearly so, in my books. :D
What year was it?
1971/72. (Yes, alas, I am serious. ;) )
What were your three favorite bands?
Zappa, King Crimson, The Who (though who can really pick three?)
What was your favorite outfit?
That was the year I realized that the counterculture had adopted a dresscode as rigid as the LAPD's ("I'm different, like everybody elllllse"), so I started wearing slacks, sport shirts and ties to school. Mind you, the pants might be powder blue, the shirt pink, and the tie burnt orange, but those were okay colors that year...and at least I was different unlike everybody else. (Until my best friend started doing it too, anyway. Humans is a herd animule. ;) )
What was up with your hair?
See above. Had been longish, I had it cut to go with the outfits. Didn't like it after all, so pretty soon I compromised: wavy over ears and just past collar.
Who were your best friends? (Alpha order)
Male: Bruce F. Ver Duft, Jr., "The other half of The Grot Squad." Female: Pam1, Julie, Pam2 -- "girlfriends," true, but also best friends. (Not alphabetical order, I realize.)
What did you do after school?
Write, draw, read comic books, cruise with VerDoo, and (mainly) hang out with the girlfriends...not mutually-exclusive activities. (And, uhh, not always after school, either.)
Did you take the bus?
Oh, you bet: the RTD #76 up Sunset Boulevard to the Palisades. Mom had the only car in the family, a midnight blue metalflake '67 Chevy Malibu. After school, VerDoo chauffeured us around in style in his family's '66 Mustang ("Tha Smutstang"), canary yellow with black vinyl roof and interiors.
Who did you have a crush on?
Young poets don't have "crushes," they fall obsessively in love. Taking "crush" as "someone you loved insanely but without requite," Marti, October 1971. She was psychic, fascinating, and her friend Arlene made up a story about me to keep us apart...though it wouldn't have mattered much in that (a) I did a great job of scaring her off by my intensity, and anyway (b) she went to a different school. Immediately after that I finally wised up and started pointing my obsessive affections at those who welcomed them. ;)
Did you fight with your parents?
Oh dear Jeebus yes -- Mom, that is, the only parent onsite. God bless her, but it's more like she fought virtually nonstop with me...in one memorable instance literally all by herself, for nearly an hour. She didn't enjoy my pointing this out once she wound down, though, so I guess I was fighting, too, however passive-aggressively. :/
Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?
OMG Joni Mitchell.
Did you smoke cigarettes?
Nope. No booze or drugs, either, which made me pretty unusual for 1971/72 -- wasn't a crusader, just not my thing.
Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?
Too early for backpacks, mah chee-ild. I lugged 'em on an arm, though I also made regular use of the locker: outdoors at the far western end of the school, with Freedom beckoning from above. That was my vice, btw: I ditched school with a fanatical determination, including (towards the end) by supplying notes to the registrar that "[A.J. Rose] will have to be away from school today on personal business," signed "[A.J. Rose]." Was it my fault they assumed they were from my dad?
Did you have a 'clique'?
Nope...unless The Grot Squad counts. But two people isn't a clique, even if your girlfriends tend to become honorary members.
Did you have "The Max" like Zach, Kelly and Slater?
Can you tell that someone younger than I am wrote these questions? (Come to think, everyone is younger than I am.) Anyway, je ne comprends pas (and I'm reluctant to guess, publicly, anyway).
Admit it, were you popular?
Hell no. Had I attended I would have been an outsider, but mainly I didn't show up.
Who did you want to be just like?
Harlan Ellison, Frank Zappa, Stan Lee. Oh, and Napoleon Solo. ;)
What did you want to be when you grew up?
A novelist. (And a Great and Powerful Magician, if only there were such things.)
Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?
Here in L.A., as either a lawyer, a writer, or both. I'm here, okay...a novelist (fulltime for twenty years this August), and a Great and Powerful Magician (who knew?!). I often think when things are very difficult that my teenage self would have given absolutely anything to be where I am now, so thereyago. :D
93 93/93 -- AJ
P.S. Today's bit of Twentieth Century Wisdom. leroy484 (hey, izzat the Leroy I think it is?!) attributes the following to St. H.L. Mencken (who also memorably referred to U.S. elections as Americans failing their quadrennial intelligence test):
"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."