I Marcia am the divine Miss H. I guess I have been reading too many Nate the Great Books to my son at bedtime and tonight I feel like The Divine Miss H. lol
I am also going through the "change of life" or menopause. Sleeping at night without night sweats has become something that has become a distant memory. Being up at 4am sure brings me some crazy thoughts. For example. The other night I was thinking about my 9th grade Spanish class. I have no idea why I was thinking about Spanish since I think I barely passed that class with a C and that was only because of my tutor, Kelly. Well, in one class the teacher told us our assignment was to plan our wedding. We had to write in Spanish of course, everything that we thought the big day would be like. From the dress to the wedding invitations.
At that time I was with my first crush. "J" was 3 years older then me but only two grades ahead of me. His reason was he started school late. I always thought that was odd since his birthday was in September but all I said was ok. So, I picked him to get "married" to since at the time he was the only boy I knew well enough to sort of want to marry him. We met a dance. I went to a Catholic school, all girls and the all boys Catholic school at the time, was giving a dance. It was my first and last dance I ever went to at their school. My friend from the 8th grade parents gave us both a ride. So, when her mom dropped us off the fun began...sort of. I am a terrible dancer. Always have been. I had a pretty ok singing voice but dancing I had two left feet and felt like I had three left feet. So, the majority of the dance I stood there holding up the wall while my friend danced. A group of us, girls, were just standing around talking, like most 14 year old girls did, and then over walked "J", tall dark and handsome. He held out his hand and I had seen this done in the movies and knew that I was supposed to put my hand in his and walk to the dance floor so that is what I did. I tried to dance like the other girls were dancing, tried my best to just keep the beat, and it actually worked. Then a slow song came on. I almost froze in my tracks when "J" pulled me closer to him and we both started sort of rocking back and forth to the music. He whispered in my ear why didn't I tell him I didn't know how to dance. I whispered back that it wasn't that he could dance too much better. He laughed. I laughed. The song ended. Then Last Dance came on by Donna Summer. We danced to it and then the dance was over. We waited outside for our rides and exchanged numbers.
I didn't really think that he was the one I was going to marry but it was just a Spanish assignment. So, in my 14 year old Fantasy of course I wore a long white lace dress with a long veil that covered my face completely. My dress had a long train and short off the shoulder sleeves. I looked like a princess carrying a bouquet of white roses. Of course, I was married in the church which was filled with people especially on the brides side of the church. Which back then made me smile. I don't remember too much else about what I wrote but I remember I was so very proud of my fantasy and my Spanish skills. The teacher informed us that she would be grading it and then keeping a copy of what we wrote so she could see if this came true. I thought it was a basically dumb idea because in ten, fifteen, or twenty years however long it took for us to actually marry if we got married I knew that she nor us would not be anywhere to be found. But, I was like okay. She kept a copy and I got a B. I think that was my highest grade EVER in that class. I was proud.
Many, many years later, the other night to be exact, I thought about that class, that paper and that boy. I don't know what happened to him. But, I do know that he and I never married. I don't know if he married someone else in a church who wore a long white dress and looked like a princess and had a lot of little princesses and prince's running around. Maybe he did and maybe he didn't.
I will probably never know. Which is probably a good thing. :-)
I am also going through the "change of life" or menopause. Sleeping at night without night sweats has become something that has become a distant memory. Being up at 4am sure brings me some crazy thoughts. For example. The other night I was thinking about my 9th grade Spanish class. I have no idea why I was thinking about Spanish since I think I barely passed that class with a C and that was only because of my tutor, Kelly. Well, in one class the teacher told us our assignment was to plan our wedding. We had to write in Spanish of course, everything that we thought the big day would be like. From the dress to the wedding invitations.
At that time I was with my first crush. "J" was 3 years older then me but only two grades ahead of me. His reason was he started school late. I always thought that was odd since his birthday was in September but all I said was ok. So, I picked him to get "married" to since at the time he was the only boy I knew well enough to sort of want to marry him. We met a dance. I went to a Catholic school, all girls and the all boys Catholic school at the time, was giving a dance. It was my first and last dance I ever went to at their school. My friend from the 8th grade parents gave us both a ride. So, when her mom dropped us off the fun began...sort of. I am a terrible dancer. Always have been. I had a pretty ok singing voice but dancing I had two left feet and felt like I had three left feet. So, the majority of the dance I stood there holding up the wall while my friend danced. A group of us, girls, were just standing around talking, like most 14 year old girls did, and then over walked "J", tall dark and handsome. He held out his hand and I had seen this done in the movies and knew that I was supposed to put my hand in his and walk to the dance floor so that is what I did. I tried to dance like the other girls were dancing, tried my best to just keep the beat, and it actually worked. Then a slow song came on. I almost froze in my tracks when "J" pulled me closer to him and we both started sort of rocking back and forth to the music. He whispered in my ear why didn't I tell him I didn't know how to dance. I whispered back that it wasn't that he could dance too much better. He laughed. I laughed. The song ended. Then Last Dance came on by Donna Summer. We danced to it and then the dance was over. We waited outside for our rides and exchanged numbers.
I didn't really think that he was the one I was going to marry but it was just a Spanish assignment. So, in my 14 year old Fantasy of course I wore a long white lace dress with a long veil that covered my face completely. My dress had a long train and short off the shoulder sleeves. I looked like a princess carrying a bouquet of white roses. Of course, I was married in the church which was filled with people especially on the brides side of the church. Which back then made me smile. I don't remember too much else about what I wrote but I remember I was so very proud of my fantasy and my Spanish skills. The teacher informed us that she would be grading it and then keeping a copy of what we wrote so she could see if this came true. I thought it was a basically dumb idea because in ten, fifteen, or twenty years however long it took for us to actually marry if we got married I knew that she nor us would not be anywhere to be found. But, I was like okay. She kept a copy and I got a B. I think that was my highest grade EVER in that class. I was proud.
Many, many years later, the other night to be exact, I thought about that class, that paper and that boy. I don't know what happened to him. But, I do know that he and I never married. I don't know if he married someone else in a church who wore a long white dress and looked like a princess and had a lot of little princesses and prince's running around. Maybe he did and maybe he didn't.
I will probably never know. Which is probably a good thing. :-)
