Tamara Mayer:  

CLASS OF 1988
Sprague High SchoolClass of 1988
Salem, OR

Tamara's Story

I tend to think I was a nerd. I grew up in northern Minnesota and North Dakota, so when my family moved to Salem when I was 15, I thought we had landed in LA! We moved around A LOT when I was growing up, so I was always the outsider. Back to the point, when we ended up in Salem, there were 3x the amount of people just in Sprague than the whole town we just moved from. Talk about the outsider. To my rescue (and demise) the neediest, lonliest bunch of dope fiends and alcoholics. They honed in on me like I was standing alone in the middle of a field. WOW! It was so good to finally feel like I belonged somewhere and that people seemed happy to see me I got sucked right in. In the midst of all the chaos, however, I still managed to pull A's, join band, participate in marching band, and learn some actual social skills. I made some friends that truly did care about me and my "partying" and they tried so hard to help me. One thing I remember the most is that they never treated me like a freak. I was a mess in high school. Lotsa drinkin', drugin', oh and yes; plenty of fighting. One of the biggest suprises of my life was when I was 17 and my friend picked me up for school. At this point in high school, I spent the better part of my first 2 periods hiding out in a bathroom stall waiting for the welts and handprints on my face to go away. That particular morning my friend picked me up for school and saw my face. That was the very first time in my life that anyone had ever told me that being beaten every day was not OK. I never talked about it to any one because I thought it was normal. Within two weeks I had mov...Expand for more
ed out of my parent's house and got a second job as I was already working a full timer and going to school and doing the extra cirricular activities both good and bad. The absolute worst day EVER at school was the last day of finals. I decided along with another gal that we would drink on the way to school, ya know, celebrate! I drank so much hard liquor so fast, that within 25 minutes of arriving at school I collapsed outside and was clinically dead from alcohol poisoning. The only reason I'm alive today is because the principal performed cpr on me for almost 10 minutes until the ambulance arrived. I was still clinically dead all the way to the hospital and it was there that they managed to save me somehow. I struggled for years with addictions after that, but eventually became responsible, kind, spiritual (NOT religious), and what society classifies as succussful. I have been married now for almost 4 years and every day gets better than the last. I would not go back and re-do high school for $10 mil, but I do acknowledge that I would never have the opportunity to be where I am without it. SO, in conclusion, thank you to all of the teachers and there patience, to all the dopeheads that helped me learn what's really important in life, to the ever so cruel, and I do mean cruel "in crowd" that sneered at me and laughed because I wasn't wearing $75 Guess jeans, to my friends who so lovingly explained to me what abuse was and that it was wrong, and to those who stood by my no matter how high or how low I was AT ANY GIVEN TIME. All of these things helped me to see over the years what I wanted and what I didn't.
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