|The Mage Sister||
I stumbled across my high school year book online. Well, it wasn’t MY class yearbook… it was 1984’s class yearbook. MY yearbook isn’t there. Sorry Spartans of ‘85 – but we are so lame! I think there was a 20 year reunion, but I haven’t heard of any since. So it’s no wonder that the yearbook isn’t there. I doubt we could organize our way out of a wet paper sack.
Anyway, if I had to find one word to describe us back then, I think it would have to be ‘fluffy’. We were very fluffy. OMG – the hair!!! There was hair everywhere! And the glasses - they were enormous! Were we trying to see into the future, for crying out loud? It didn’t work, because if it had, we’d have taken off those awful specs and made a bee-line for the girl’s room to wash out all that AquaNet.
I remember those glasses – I had some, and they took a full ten minutes to clean because there was just so much of them! It was like washing saucers. And they were as heavy as saucers. I have terrible eyesight, and they didn’t have polycarbonate lenses back then, or any of the other nifty widgets they have for glasses these days. On a hot day you practically had to tie them to your head because they’d make your nose sweat and keep sliding down. Nerd alert! I remember doing just that. They’d fall off otherwise, and you ran the risk of accidentally breaking them – oh yes, specs made with glass lenses DO break. Then you’d be in double dutch with the parents because they weren’t made of money and glasses didn’t grow on trees.
There were mullets as far as the eye could see in those pages. Page after page… mullet after mullet. Yikes! I actually asked my mom, who used to cut our hair, to give me a mullet. Hey, I was sixteen… seventeen, maybe? It was THE haircut back then. Only, I didn’t know it was called a mullet, and I had trouble describing it to her. So the style I got was nothing like a mullet, but more of a cute bob, which I hated! Not because it looked bad, which it didn’t, but because it wasn’t what the cool kids were wearing.
I have never, to this day, been so grateful for my lack of communication skills.