Penny Francis Brogan:  

n idiot out of myself in front of him. I won't go there. I will say that most anyone I thought was really sweet didn't seem as nice by the time high school finished with them. Everyone was definately in a hurry to "grow up" whatever they considered that to be. Though kids start earlier with all that now, times weren't innocent then either. I preferred some innocent fun myself. Plenty of time to learn the rest. The teacher who inspired me the most was Mr. Pirtle. Walking into the photography lab in the back of the library was like entering another world. It was a relief just to be there. Mr. Pirtle always said "Hello Penny Lane", as soon as I walked in. Which added to the whole fantasy. I stepped into that Beatles song when I stepped into that lab. I got my camera and took off to see the campas or the town through different eyes. I was very happy that, though not credited, many of my photos made it into the yearbook... 1977 I think. yeah that one! Another of my favorite teachers I can picture in my mind, but I am never sure of his name. I think it is Mr. Murray. I loved his Social Studies class! He lectured the entire time and everyone complained about it, but I was in heaven! The class was on Chinese and Japanese history. He knew everything about that! He had been there and studied it all. I remembered him teaching about the different warriors and rulers. It was really more of a college level class. The University would have appreciated him! My happiest high school memory was when I gave my dad some money I had and asked him to help find me a car. I wasn't expecting much for the money, but I really wanted an old Mustang. One evening when I got home from work. My family was waiting in the garage with a fantastic 1968 Mustang. I didn't know it was mine, but just ran around gushing about my Dad's latest discovery. I asked if I could drive it sometime and he said of course because it was mine. I thought I would have a heart attack. I cried and screamed and couldn't leave the garage all evening. He had offered a lady in a parking lot 900.00 for it and she sold it on the spot! It was a white fastback with a red C-stripe and a two-tone blue interior. I kept that car until 1987. By that time we were towing it! I sold it for 1,000.00. I wish I had kept that car! That night meant a lot to me because we were not an extravagant family. That was a fairy tale night. Yes, I do like to talk, but I am not writing all of this for my health. I am doing it because I have wondered why people don't put more into their profiles. It has been almost 30 years! I think people should tell the stuff they wouldn't dare say in high school, at the risk of seeming uncool! We should all be over it by now! right! Well, I can't say that if I won't do it myself. Let's get over high school, after all in a few years we could be dead! lol That's not really funny, some of us already are.