Jeanette Jessup:
CLASS OF 1985
John F. Kennedy High SchoolClass of 1985
Tamuning,
Central High SchoolClass of 1985
Grand forks, ND
Hawaii Preparatory AcademyClass of 1985
Kamuela, HI
Sanchez High SchoolClass of 1985
Yigo,
North Elementary SchoolClass of 1985
Lander, WY
Jeanette's Story
Ahhhh HAFA ADAI class of 85'. Where and HOW are all of you? My profile is for JFK on Guam as well as Central High School in Grand Forks...and a little Hawaii Prep and Garapan elementary should any of my friends from Hawaii and Saipan be logged in.
Class of 85' Class Clown Jeanette "Jessie" Jessup here to say hello. The profile pic is from a zombie walk held in Dallas last year. What do you think of the exposed prefrontal lobe? I hope you like it, it took several hours to perfect.
As you can see not much has changed since high school...I am still a hopeless misfit.
Came to classmates.com to find old friends ESPECIALLY Diana Roberts, Ruhiya Spock, Kippy Aiken, Jennifer Ross, Chandra Floyd, Daisy Ferreras, Lisa Blatch, And would also love to know if anyone keeps in touch with Mrs. Carlotta Umagat(JFK Senior AP Government). She remains my favorite teacher of all time and I would love to find her to say THANK YOU!
After graduation I hung out on Guam for a few years...worked at a few radio stations, then Pacific Islands club, then the Sandcastle, then the radio again. I left home in the early 90's (right after that awful earthquake) Went to Paris and quickly ran out of money and ended up in Las Vegas where I worked in radio. Moved a few more times and have spent the last 9 years in Dallas.
I am not into facebook or myspace but do have a blog called ShinyMoonKeys which you can find at jessiejessup dot blogspot dot com.
I have been a radio broadcaster for years, the experience of which has afforded some singularly stunning opportunities. The most memorable experiences were multiple overseas embeds in Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan as well as a magnificently BREATHTAKING jump/plummet/free fall from 13,000 feet with the US Army's Golden Knights. They invited me to go skydiving with them. Exhilirating? YES, but also terrifying. The experience was a lucky one, however moving forward, I must humbly confess that given the choice, I really much prefer the cozy INTERIOR of an airplane.
As a compassionate broadcaster I have desperately tried to use my voice to help others and since the wars began I do as much as humanly possible for our veterans including IAVA, the Wounded Warrior Project and am currently passionately focused on a Texas based veterans organization called Patriot Paws Service Dogs.
This EXTRAORDINARY organization adopts unwanted animals and sends them to local prisons where inmates (as part of their own rehabilitation) train the dogs to be service animals. The dogs are then given to wounded veterans.
oH AICH EEE DOUBLE TOOTHPICKS...the dollar question and answer?
Not married and no kids though I do have a fabulous Clementine. She is an interesting hybrid of snores, drool, Basset and Blood hound. Both her howl and coat have the distinct flavor ...Expand for more
of warm maple syrup and mahogany though her best feature is by far her heartshaped butt. You would have to see it to believe it. (check the photo album for exhibits A & B) Sent a picture to my mom who informed me I have "too much time" on my hands which is true but also affords the dog lots of cuddles and smooches. Her nickname (dogs not moms) is, predictably, love butt. She frequently steals wayward toilet paper rolls, the covers, my meditation pillow, socks, other dogs toys and hearts especially mine.
The biggest surprise post high school is life in general and the importance of being "real". The Skin Horse was introduced to me in childhood but I never fully understood or appreciated his soliloquy until now...
("It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.")-The Velveteen Rabbit
I often wonder if the process of growing up/old is comparable to the process of bearing a child. No one ever REALLY tells you the magnitude of the experience, in fact there are many things they deliberately omit for reasons still to be determined. Instead you are left to learn valuable and often excruciating lessons as they happen and in the moment. I noticed this became especially relevant on 9/11 and have since found that I am constantly measuring life in before and afters...is it the sole domain of the aged to view life in reverse while simultaneously sporting an ill-fitting rose tinted monocle?
Thank God for Chicken Kelaguen...and the occasional SHAWARMA!!!
Thank you G.
If there is one significant, pivotal and profound lesson that I have learned from life after high school it is the electrifying power of being a key dropper.
Looking back now I can clearly see how many teachers, family members and even random passers-by TRIED to impart this dazzling lesson. But in my youth I was too arrogant and/or stupid to listen. It has ended up being one of "those" lessons learned in hindsight and in the moment. There is really nothing more essential or intrinsically beautiful than the ability AND willingness to radiate sentience by dropping a key or three or four or fifty...the biggest inspiration in that respect is the Persian mystic poet Hafiz who once wrote;
"The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners."
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