I mentioned in my earlier post about 10th and 11th grades that in 11th grade we started going to school half days because there were so many students. Half of us went in the morning and the other half went in the afternoon. I had to go in the afternoon in 12th grade. I hated it! I don't remember exactly what time I had to be at school, but I didn't get out until 4:00 pm. Sitting through my last class was misery. It was bookkeeping and I was bored.
|This is me in November 1971 at Jekyll Island, Georgia. |
As you can tell from my pouty expression, I didn't want my dad taking my photo.
I'd work in the mornings at my family's wholesale grocery business, The A. S. Pendleton Company, until about 11:00 or 11:30 or so. Then I'd drive my dad's Buick Skylark to my friend's house across the street from the school. We'd go to Berger Chef on Ashley Street with our hair in curlers and get a double-decker burger nearly every day. I'd wolf that down and then go to class.
I think my first class of the day was Spanish. I could barely keep my eyes open and would sometimes fall asleep. I'd stay up way too late at night talking to a boy I liked and later married (and divorced). Plus, I had to be at work at 7:00 am! I worked in the "cigarette room" stamping cigarette cartons with the tax stamp. The cigarette room also had medicines and toiletries and such. I kept the candy room stocked, too. Talk about letting the fox guard the hen house! It sure was difficult to work around all that chocolate, but I managed to do it without sneaking any candy.
I had no desire to go to college (that came over a decade later) and couldn't wait for high school to be over. I really disliked school. I haven't been to a single class reunion. I felt like a fish out of water the entire time I was in junior high and high school. I just never felt like I fit in, so why pretend.