Amanda From high school
My friend Amanda from high school. I just got back in touch with her . I have other friends and a sister in law by the same name, they are my friends as well. Amanda graduated from WWHS with me. I am not saying the year, because its been a long time. Lets go back a few years...
It was the first day of my senior year in high school. I was looking forward to it. The last year of high school. The day was a disaster. It was the worst first day ever. The styles had changed and I felt so out of style, there I was dressed in bib overalls and I had stopped wearing my wigs. Since eighth grade I had worn wigs to school, this year I decided to wear my own hair. It was short and curly. The dresses and skirts had gotten longer and I was still wearing things pretty short. I was walking through the hall and I saw this girl. She was dressed in a long jean skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was long and I thought she was one of the religious girls I went to school with, who thought the rest of us were heathens for wearing pants. She was asking for directions to her next class and no one was talking to her and she asked me where a class in D-section was. If you have been to Woodrow, the first day can really be confusing. I had time so I said let me take you to your class and I did. I asked her where she was from. By her asking for directions I knew she was a new student. She said her dad had been transferred here from Tennessee to work on a mining project. He was a mining engineer. His project turned out to be the Mine Health and Safety Academy on airport road.
We ended up having a class together and I got to know her. She was a tall girl and kind of quirky. We hit it off. She liked art, music and loved to draw and knit. We used to make fun of the teachers and a few other things. We even liked some of the same music. There we were I am about 5ft 6in with a six foot tall girl. After high school she took a job a J.C. Penny's. We were going to take a year off to decide what we really wanted to do, and I think she wanted to wait for her dad to finish the project since she lived at home. Later she ended up going to Eastern Tennessee State University and we kept in touch. One summer after I had worked I got a few days off and I went to visit her. We had a great time together.
We were in touch and wrote letter until the mid-eighties when life got hectic and she was having health problems. You don't mean to lose touch, but people move, you loose addresses and you get busy with your own life. Nothing happened both of us got busy with our careers. After my mom died I wondered what happened to Amanda. We looked and couldn't find anything. I started to write a letter to her mom and ask, but I didn't want to do that either. The first of the year I decided to try again to look for her and I gave Matt some information about her, her fathers name and her name came up, from there we located her, just the state she was in. One of the places wanted money to give an address and phone number. I didn't want them to have my banking information,. Yesterday evening I got up the nerve to call. I got the answering machine. It sounded like her so I left a message to call me. Later on she did and we spend over an hour and a half catching up. It was truely WONDERFUL!!! It gave me such a lift to hear from her. Nothing like old friends where you haven't talked for over 22 years and you just pick up where yopu left off....
It was the first day of my senior year in high school. I was looking forward to it. The last year of high school. The day was a disaster. It was the worst first day ever. The styles had changed and I felt so out of style, there I was dressed in bib overalls and I had stopped wearing my wigs. Since eighth grade I had worn wigs to school, this year I decided to wear my own hair. It was short and curly. The dresses and skirts had gotten longer and I was still wearing things pretty short. I was walking through the hall and I saw this girl. She was dressed in a long jean skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was long and I thought she was one of the religious girls I went to school with, who thought the rest of us were heathens for wearing pants. She was asking for directions to her next class and no one was talking to her and she asked me where a class in D-section was. If you have been to Woodrow, the first day can really be confusing. I had time so I said let me take you to your class and I did. I asked her where she was from. By her asking for directions I knew she was a new student. She said her dad had been transferred here from Tennessee to work on a mining project. He was a mining engineer. His project turned out to be the Mine Health and Safety Academy on airport road.
We ended up having a class together and I got to know her. She was a tall girl and kind of quirky. We hit it off. She liked art, music and loved to draw and knit. We used to make fun of the teachers and a few other things. We even liked some of the same music. There we were I am about 5ft 6in with a six foot tall girl. After high school she took a job a J.C. Penny's. We were going to take a year off to decide what we really wanted to do, and I think she wanted to wait for her dad to finish the project since she lived at home. Later she ended up going to Eastern Tennessee State University and we kept in touch. One summer after I had worked I got a few days off and I went to visit her. We had a great time together.
We were in touch and wrote letter until the mid-eighties when life got hectic and she was having health problems. You don't mean to lose touch, but people move, you loose addresses and you get busy with your own life. Nothing happened both of us got busy with our careers. After my mom died I wondered what happened to Amanda. We looked and couldn't find anything. I started to write a letter to her mom and ask, but I didn't want to do that either. The first of the year I decided to try again to look for her and I gave Matt some information about her, her fathers name and her name came up, from there we located her, just the state she was in. One of the places wanted money to give an address and phone number. I didn't want them to have my banking information,. Yesterday evening I got up the nerve to call. I got the answering machine. It sounded like her so I left a message to call me. Later on she did and we spend over an hour and a half catching up. It was truely WONDERFUL!!! It gave me such a lift to hear from her. Nothing like old friends where you haven't talked for over 22 years and you just pick up where yopu left off....
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