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Meghan Selway
A-M-A .... D-O-R ... D-O-N-S .... and I wasn't even a cheerleader.
Just a few memories of Amador that many of you shared:
Being fishhooked walking down the hallway froshman year (fishook=stuck long finger in your mouth and hooked you while you were walking to class).
A required driving class - Mr. ?? what was his name?? He was not a happy camper - the in class simulators and then the after school driver training with your classmates. Carl was our trainer. He had a lot of patience.
Mrs. Nason reading the brand new book "The Princess Bride" to us on Fridays.
Getting shat upon by those darn seagulls that attacked the quad after every lunch. Who didn't have it happen, c'mon?!
The quad flooding and the seniors taking a boat across it.
Mrs. Carbonetti making a math problem from the skid mark length of the fender bender I had in front of school that morning.
Consumer ed and our egg children. And people locking Mrs. Williams out of the classroom.
The teachers going on strike and I still had to go to school.
The seniors throwing walnuts at our froshman Groundhog Day; we wanted to be so different, but really, it was a mound of dirt.
Working at the fair during the summers. Thompson's cookhouse was my place. Yours?
Mr. Hall, the only young teacher we had besides KJ and the special ed teacher, on his first day as a teacher jumping off his desk to illustrate gravity.
M.C. Hammer and Salt n Pepper and dancing Fridays in the quad.
Video projects for Mr. Ogden's English class - we did a poem "Gay Up and Bar the Door" in the buffer zone near my gravel pits by my parents.
Nothing to do on the weekends so rendezvousing at 7-11.
We had a smoking section and open campus - the Yogurt Shop, the Burrito Shop, cheesebread and that funky little place that had great baked potatos.
Study groups at the Pleasanton library to try and figure out Chemistry from Buletza's (sp?) crazy lectures.
Arthur Li's valedictorian speech. As a teacher, have not heard another that tops it ... We had a ticket to the amusement park of life ...
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