This might end up not being much of a thing, but on the other hand, it might turn out to be fucking awesome.
Once the whole vaccination thing has happened and things begin approaching something that vaguely resembles normal life again, I might have the opportunity to lay my hands on something pretty spectacular. If this is the case, I will be happy to share.
Back in the 1980s, when I was in junior high and high school, my mom taught at my school district’s alternative high school. The purpose of the school was to try to meet the educational needs of students who, for one reason or another, were at risk of dropping out or otherwise not succeeding in the traditional high school environment. It provided a more flexible schedule, a low student to teacher ratio, etc. Pregnant girls were not required to go there, and girls who went there did not need to be pregnant, but as it turned out, every year a handful of the girls turned up pregnant. My Junior and Senior years especially, it was not uncommon for me to stop by for one reason or another- maybe my mom and I needed to carpool, maybe I was out of class early and she needed me to bring her something from home, or if the alternative school need something from a regular high school, they’d sometimes call over and I’d act as an informal courier. So I not infrequently got an eyeful. One of the girls who was knocked up our junior year I had had hooked up with back in the eighth grade. That nearly drive me over the edge.
Anyhow-
All the students were required to spend a certain amount of time per day writing in a journal/diary. A portion of it would be read by the teachers/staff, but the majority was supposed to be private, they all even had these covers that went around the journal with a little leather strap and cheap-o combination sort of thingy. The pregnant girls and teen moms had an additional thing they did at least once a week, “my pregnancy this week” or my “baby this week” I know that there was a Polaroid on site and that weekly belly shots were often taken, and I believe, pasted in with the journal.
Mom has been retired for quite some time now and left the alternative school a while before she retired. Somehow, though, she ended up with boxes and boxes of this kind of thing up in her attic. Once the pandemic all-clear is given, she was hoping I could help her clear out the attic and drive a bunch of this stuff to the dump.
I’ll be happy to assist, of course, but not everything might make it to the dump.
Again, I’m not certain exactly what I’ve potentially got on my hands, but there could be something good or even spectacular.
Once the whole vaccination thing has happened and things begin approaching something that vaguely resembles normal life again, I might have the opportunity to lay my hands on something pretty spectacular. If this is the case, I will be happy to share.
Back in the 1980s, when I was in junior high and high school, my mom taught at my school district’s alternative high school. The purpose of the school was to try to meet the educational needs of students who, for one reason or another, were at risk of dropping out or otherwise not succeeding in the traditional high school environment. It provided a more flexible schedule, a low student to teacher ratio, etc. Pregnant girls were not required to go there, and girls who went there did not need to be pregnant, but as it turned out, every year a handful of the girls turned up pregnant. My Junior and Senior years especially, it was not uncommon for me to stop by for one reason or another- maybe my mom and I needed to carpool, maybe I was out of class early and she needed me to bring her something from home, or if the alternative school need something from a regular high school, they’d sometimes call over and I’d act as an informal courier. So I not infrequently got an eyeful. One of the girls who was knocked up our junior year I had had hooked up with back in the eighth grade. That nearly drive me over the edge.
Anyhow-
All the students were required to spend a certain amount of time per day writing in a journal/diary. A portion of it would be read by the teachers/staff, but the majority was supposed to be private, they all even had these covers that went around the journal with a little leather strap and cheap-o combination sort of thingy. The pregnant girls and teen moms had an additional thing they did at least once a week, “my pregnancy this week” or my “baby this week” I know that there was a Polaroid on site and that weekly belly shots were often taken, and I believe, pasted in with the journal.
Mom has been retired for quite some time now and left the alternative school a while before she retired. Somehow, though, she ended up with boxes and boxes of this kind of thing up in her attic. Once the pandemic all-clear is given, she was hoping I could help her clear out the attic and drive a bunch of this stuff to the dump.
I’ll be happy to assist, of course, but not everything might make it to the dump.
Again, I’m not certain exactly what I’ve potentially got on my hands, but there could be something good or even spectacular.