Posts Tagged: high school

Romy And Michele Are 45. So Is Heather Mooney.


This is part of a week-long series celebrating the 45th birthdays of characters from Romy and Michele's High School Reunion.

Heather never told the Cowboy about the abortion. As he slept, she sat up and listened to the hotel’s air conditioner turn off and on until morning. She knew immediately, but didn’t make an appointment for two months. There’s a dull pain of something like regret but mostly like sadness that resurfaces at night, just before bed, but it’s never enough to keep her awake. It’s just there. A decision. A memory. She should have told him. All she would have done differently is make a phone call, but [...]


Sandra Bullock's Guide to Picking Up Guys

"I learned the words because I liked this guy in high school and I was like, next time I go to that dance I'm gonna know every word, and I'm gonna make sure he sees me lip-syncing it, and I'm gonna catch his eye, and I'm gonna, like, say the words, and he's gonna like me. And, sadly, it worked."

-Sandra Bullock knows every word to "Rapper's Delight." (Queue future Neil deGrasse Tyson tweet: "1/2: Mysteries of #Gravity: Space is a vacuum and there is no sound. There's no way the crush in question could hear her rap and thus the" "2/2: mission would surely fail.")


What Were the Names of Your High School Tribes?

At the Morning News, a seriously fascinating look at the nomenclature of teenage social groups, in which "four crowds—jocks, smart kids, popular kids, and deviants—are said by adolescent researchers to be standard in American high schools."

There's a chart tracking nicknames for these groups over the last 70 years; in 1942, the deviants were the "grubby gang," then "greasers" and "leathers" in the late '60s, then dirtheads/stoners in the late '80s, freaks/goths in the early '00s, and now: "hoochies," "thugs," and "Crack Group." There's also a discussion of how high schools weren't big enough for these ecosystems till the '40s, and how middle school groupings tend to [...]


Will You Sign My Yearbook, Mr. President?


It has been so nice getting to know you this year. You are extremely sweet and foxy, I don't know why Greg would want to spend any time with me at all! You really deserve better than clowns like us; you even laugh at my jokes! I hope we can keep in touch this summer, even though Greg will be gone. Call me up, and I'll buy you lunch sometimes. [phone number] Anyway, good luck in everything you do, and stay happy.

You friend,

Love [heart symbol]

Barry Obama

Time has a few photos of President Obama on the night of his senior prom in Honolulu in 1979, as [...]


Time Frames

The Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital in New Jersey opened in 1937 and closed in 1990. The 600-acre grounds are dotted by Tudor-style "cottages" that housed up to 55 patients each, which are in turn dwarfed by the larger, looming treatment buildings. "This is the kind of place people were talking about when they said someone had been ‘put away,'" Greg Roberts, chief executive at the hospital for 17 years, told the New York Times as he packed up his office. "For a long time, that's what happened—people were put here and all but forgotten."

Legend has it that the builders approached the owner of a local slaughterhouse, looking to buy [...]


What a "High School Prank" Means in 2013

In Rolling Stone this month, the story of Audrie Pott, the 15-year-old who committed suicide in September 2012, allegedly after her sexual assault ended in naked photographs passed around the halls of her Saratoga, Calif., high school. The story—and so many others like it—is dreadfully sad, and it's also hard to understand for anyone who went to high school before the digital age. Rape stats aren't necessarily higher, reporter Nina Burleigh explains, "but the numbers are as shocking as ever":

Every two minutes, a sexual assault happens in the U.S., and nearly 50 percent of the victims are under the age of 18, according to Katherine [...]


The Best Time I Accidentally Attended a Teenage Orgy

I was a pretty late bloomer when it came to boys. Most girls in my hometown started holding hands in third or fourth grade, kissing in fifth or sixth, dry humping—as teens are wont to do—by eighth. But, because it was a small town, most of the kids with whom you attended kindergarten ended up right alongside you as you graduated, and if you’d forged an elementary school reputation as chubby and unlikeable, it was pretty hard to shake.

I ended up getting my first kiss at 15, when I went to visit a friend in rural Maine and got to be the exciting new girl for [...]


[A Joke About Things Not Rising]

At Bookforum, Natasha Vargas-Cooper's argument for prioritizing nonfiction over fiction in high school English classes—"just maybe the novel is not the best device for transmitting ideas, grand themes, to hormonal, boisterous, easily distracted, immature teenagers"—begins with: "It wasn’t until my second reading of Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises, over a decade after it first had been assigned to me by my public high school English teacher, that I understood that Jake’s dick didn’t work." GO ON. [Bookforum]


Friday Night Lights: An Appreciation of The Cheerleader

Success meant the heady exhilaration of cheering on the polished gym floor, the yells seeming to swing the bright hot gym up and out into the night. And so her want was intensified.

—The Cheerleader

When you write a novel about cheerleaders, even a dark crime novel, two things happen: People ask you if you were ever a cheerleader (I was not) and they confide strong feelings about cheerleaders, whether it’s their own experience of failing to make the high school squad, or the ponytailed captain who broke their heart a decade ago or more. And sometimes they give you books.

Such was how I discovered Ruth Doan MacDougall’s 1973 [...]


"Louis Armstrong Wore Boxers"

The PBS-produced "Blank on Blank" animated series continues with a 1964 interview between the great Louis Armstrong and Michael Aisner and James R. Stein, who were high school students in Winnetka, Ill., at the time. Gotta keep up the chops. [via]