Roseann Briggs:
CLASS OF 1992
Minisink Valley High SchoolClass of 1992
Slate hill, NY
Roseann's Story
Life
I don't think most of my classmates would really miss me, surely I don't miss most of you. There is handful of you though that I think of from time to time...If you have heard from me- you know who you are. I know that there ARE those who think of me from time to time and wonder.. "whatever happened to...?" There are a few people I would enjoy seeing again. Dan Merkle- quite possibly the most secure in himself individual I have ever met. Scott Doty- The instigator, got me in more trouble that I ever dreamed of, mostly because we were just alike- double the trouble! Joe Heller and Elroy Gould- my favorite misfits! No doubt. Mindy Rion- The bestest girl friend I have ever had, I still think of you every day! And Mr. Ward Lamb, How I would love to sit and talk to you over dinner. You were a rare treat. May your life continue to bring you joy!
What's happened to me since high school? Well, things constantly change. I am working for a company called OwnAStipClub.com, I am currently a door hostess at one of their many clubs. I spend my free time gardening, reading, and relaxing by the sea wishing I could see my son Kyle.
I plan on moving back to Ny state in the near future (5 year plan) to open up my own club. So keep your eyes and ears open.
Workplace
I have been an exotic dancer for so long now that I have lost track of just how long. Somewhere around 15 years is right. It's a job I truly enjoy because I love to perform and I like to drink. So working at the bar has been alot of friggin fun. The girls I have been working with these last four years or so are like family to me. Showgirls Inc is a comfortable fun place to work. But by far this is not the only job I have ever held. I ran away with the carnival for a few years (sorry mom- I know you worried!!!) Performing the metamorphosis show- girl to gorilla. Worked on some rides, smoked alot of pot, saw the country. (Never made it to Cali though!) I worked at Kolmar labs in Port Jervis- making lipstick. Got tired of their layoff policy. Worked in a flower shop in Port Jervis as well. I sucked at waitressing, but did well at Ryan's Steakhouse in Newport News. The whole time I had these little jobs, I was working nights as a dancer. Finally I gave in to the money, and made dancing my full time 40 hour a week career choice. I have not a single regret. What happens after I can't dance anymore? People always ask me that... My honest answer is I don't ever wanna stop. I'll think about that later. A recipe for disaster? Not in my life. My life unfolds the way it should, not the way it has been planned by me or anyone else. Roads open before me when they are supposed to, doors of opportunity appear when they are needed, I don't spend my time worrying or doing to much planning because it's a waste of time- the things you worry about never happen, and things almost never go according to plan anyway. I am not saying I don't try to attain and move forward, I am just saying that I don't clutter my life with things that are pointless anyway. That being said, You may have noticed in my Life Bio that I said I had dreams of owning my own club someday, I know that takes some work, and ~gulp~ planning even. But the seeds are already being...Expand for more
sewn. I do realise that not everything will just fall into my lap.
An update: I retired from the dancing career that has brought me joy for so long. I still work for the same company- just in a different capacity. I am now a door hostess and party planner. And do quite a bit of work in the office as well. There were a couple of things that led to my decision to stop dancing, none of them are for public consumption. I do miss the dancing, but am enjoying my new position, and the steady paycheck that brings. Also knowing that I am contributing to my retirement fund is a relief. NOT that I stress too hard over anything anyway.
My love life? Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about telling you! Ok so I married straight out of high school. That was a mistake, I should have just stayed a single mom of the baby I was pregnant with and things would have turned out differently. I married too young, Heck I did everything too young. And it seems that it was in his plans from the get-go to get an heir for the family, his ambitious father certainly didn't want to see the family name disappear. But when things turned sour and he started hitting me, I wanted out. But he made sure that when I left I couldn't take my son. He told the cops I had already left and abandoned my son. A blatent lie. I was only at the laundromat, and returned to find that he had decided to call the police and throw me out. But since my son had stayed home to play with his daddy while I went and ran errands, I am sure to the police, it could have looked like the lie my ex concocted. Anyway his family came from money, and I grew up on welfare, so you can figure out how they custody battle went. A few well paid witnesses and a constant battering of emotional health, and he won custody. Despite the order of visitation, he refused to bring my son, falsely accusing me of several things, including abusing my son. (what else would you expect in a custody battle?) None of the accusations were true, and obviously they were unable to prove their accusations, but that didn't change the fact that I wasn't being allowed to see my son. But I will one day count on it. It has been almost 13 years, but I haven't forgotten him.
I did marry again, to a man named Chris. If only he could have kept it in his pants, we might still be together today, but he was such a ho. A shame really, cause I loved him deeply. I still love him, but I could never be with him, nor do I ever even want to see him again. He burned his bridges and blew the ashes to the wind.
Now I am content living with my best friend/boyfriend. I am not sure if this will be the one that lasts, but we are both still here after 5 years. That's got to count for something.
I see in the story ideas, about getting a do-over. I would certainly like to have a do-over for when I was 13. I wouldn't have lost my virginity, and DEFINATELY not to the person I lost it to. I would like to have held on to my innocence a little while longer, but I would have wanted to give birth to the boy I gave up for adoption at 16. He brings such joy to the parents who love him, and even to me, in a round about way. I thought I would have more to say about that, it it's pretty simple really.
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