I Remember from High School
by Rick Watson
It’s funny the things you remember from high school. I can still
remember the smell of the wood floors in the halls and the smell of
the lunchroom on the days when they made macaroni and cheese. I remember
the color of the evening light that filtered through high windows
of the gymnasium. I remember the sound of the birds in the springtime
when the windows were opened to let in the fresh air….the sound
of squeaking shoes and bouncing balls in the gym floor.
| I remember my first exposure
to gambling behind that gym. The first morning I wandered back there
before classes began I saw a bunch of guys flipping coins and catching
them in mid air and calling heads or tails. When I found out what
was happening, I soon joined in. The first morning I won a dollar
so I was able to go by Albritton’s store on the way home and
pick up some candy, chips and a cold Orange Crush. The second day,
I lost all my lunch money and I went home hungry. On the third day,
I wanted to try to re-coop my losses but I was running late because
I had to get change for a dollar to get the quarters. When I did round
the corner, it was about a minute AFTER Mr. Gant had walked back there.
He marched a crew of guys to the office and introduced them to the
board of education. The next day, the area behind the gym was strangely
| I used
to hate playing softball with Gordon May. He was a nice guy with a
smile on his face most of the time but when he came to to bat, he
was formidable. He could knock the softball out of the county. When
it was time for him to bat, we’d send a 7th grader scurrying
for the top of the hill on the other side of the ball field. No, go
further, go further we'd tell him....then WHACK!!! Gordon would launch
that ball and the kid in the outfield would run off out of sight.
The game would often end there because even if we could find the ball,
it was usually lopsided and worked better as a frisby.
I also remember that one of the Cagle boys tried to jump from the
back steps of the auditorium and grab a limb on an old cottonwood
|He missed and broke both his arms. He came
back to school a few days later with full casts on both arms which
put him at a disadvantage when went to the bathroom. Never figured
out how he managed that.
I remember graduation night even though it went by in a blur. What
struck me was that as we all scurried around getting our yearbooks
signed and telling everyone goodbye, it finally sunk in that I would
not come this way again….that my time here, at this place, was
over. All the time I spent daydreaming about the day that I would
graduate and move on to the next phase of my life….well that
day was here and the jubilation I felt was tinged with sadness.
These are just a few of the things that I remember, what do you remember?