Somehow, I'm guessing around the end of my sophomore year in high school, I found the only reason for school or church was to meet up with friends and make plans to skip the boring drudgery that was education. There was an entire WORLD of FUN that I hadn't even begun to have and thus began a lifelong passion for FUN seeking in this life.
I've been blessed to find fellow fun seekers amongst the sour grapes in charge of things. Even the worst situations were made more tolerable because of even one, like minded, free spirited, fun seeking soul.
There are the fun seekers, the people amused by fun seekers and the people who are not amused. A lesson learned early on.
Senior skip day 1982 at Titusville High didn't go as planned because a fellow fun seeker and classmate printed up the details and as I recall a flyer was put up in the teachers lounge. Some of the teachers were joking about attending but unfortunately the administrators didn't see the humor.
The flyer included names and my oldest friend Greg and I were on it along with Deborah Jovan's name if I remember correctly and we were promptly called to the office. Except DJ was skipping class at the time.
Needless to say the no fun allowed crowd seemed extra pissed off and poor DJ, I think, had to stay at school for at least 4 classes on senior skip day if she got to skip at all. Her dad was really mad.
Greg's mother and father knew all about it because a few of us worked for Greg's family and they were for keeping everyone safe and keeping the party close to home as opposed to "us kids" going to Daytona Beach or Orlando.
My parents weren't shocked but my mom being a school teacher/administrator had to feign a higher level of concern for the school principal and DJ's dad who was the youngest parent and city councilman, I seem to recall. He was not happy that "The Class of '82 Senior Skip Day Keg Party" poster included his wholesome virgin daughter in such a diabolical scheme. He was really mad.
The drinking age was 18 then so it wasn't as big a deal as it would be now as some of us had already turned 18. The local Baptist were quite upset though, not so much the Lutherans or Presbyterians but the following year the drinking age was raised to 19. A few years later it was raised again to 21.
Greg and I didn't give two shits about the "punishment". Seems they wanted us to show up for first period or something but when Senior skip day came we skipped. The only thing I can recall about that day was getting "stopped" by the Orlando PD for a group of us relieving ourselves on the side of the newly built East-West expressway or maybe we just went to Playalinda Beach but that was too many brain cells ago. I know we had FUN though. Peace and Love!
This was my dad's attempt at taking a picture. He couldn't quite see the little view finder on the el cheapo camera, bless his heart. We were just sixteen in this photo.
Probably the second to the last time I COMPLETELY shaved my face.
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