Vera Baker:  

CLASS OF 1992
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Lindsay High SchoolClass of 1992
Lindsay, OK
Bradley High SchoolClass of 1984
Bradley, OK
Guymon, OK
Chickasha, OK
Chickasha, OK

Vera's Story

I'm using the wizard to fill out this thing.... I hope my friends would remember me and still want to be my friend. I suffered an identity crisis growing up and always wanted to be someone else. I never talked openly about it. When I'm mad and want to blow off steam, I throw things--usually at the person who pissed me off. My favorite way to relax is getting away from everyone. I prefer to be left alone most of the time. The wildest thing I ever did in school can't be repeated here. The second wildest was when I flipped off the band during a photo shoot in Cache after a field marching contest. I did it because I was sick of the "we suck" attitude I was hearing from everyone. Even the band director didn't believe in us and I got into a fight with him about his attitude as well. I had a lot of pride and faith in the band and at that point, I'd had enough of everyone's negativity. I was never punished for it. Anyone else would have been kicked out of the band and suspended from school. If I had to work again, I'd have to be stoned to prevent myself from losing my temper and hurting someone. Axl Rose is my greatest inspiration because he stood up and said that child abuse is wrong. It was only after the speeches he gave in Oklahoma City and Chicago in 1992 that child abuse was finally taken seriously and prosecuted in Oklahoma. I've lived in Bradley for most of my life. The only time I ever moved around was to escape my parents' abuse. That didn't work, so now I just deal with it. The one person from my past I would most like to see again is Charles Isbell because he was the second man who told me that he loved me and no man has said that to me since and meant it. My obsessions are Axl Rose and epic films. My biggest surprise in life is that I haven't killed my mother and ended up in prison. If I could improve my home, I'd tear it down and have a new one built in its place. My dream home is a log cabin, cedar plank, or fieldstone house, either on a steel pier because I live in a flood zone or underground because I don't like the wind. I don't have children, but I certainly remember my childhood and I would never bring a child into an abusive home, nor would I choose an abusive man over my child. I liked most of the teachers I had in high school, but my favorite was actually principal Bill Owens who died of a heart attack shortly after I graduated. He did me a favor once and gave me several weeks of In School Suspension so I could do my homework and study for tests because I couldn't study at home. My favorite teacher and mentor from college, Dr. Magrath, died of cancer a few years ago. Everyone dreams of winning the lottery and I'm no exception. If I won, I'd build a new house, start a fund to provide free dentures for people on Medicaid, establish a child abuse organization called Rockers Against Child Abuse and have Axl Rose as the celebrity spokesperson, and I would create jobs in the Bradley/Lindsay area. I hated college dorm life and moved back into my house before th...Expand for more
e end of my freshman year. Happiness to me would be having real friends again. Everyone who talks to me now is only interested in gossip material and I'm sick of mine and my parents problems being a source of entertainment for the people of Lindsay. I'm sick of being harassed about it and I'm sick of being a target. I'm so embarrassed and humiliated that I don't talk to anyone anymore. Not once has anyone asked me how I'm dealing with the situation or asked sincerely if I'm okay. There's no compassion or kindness and that is more upsetting than dealing with the drama. My current age is something I don't want to be reminded of. I expected people to be mature and reasonable when I grew up. I was completely wrong. My parents' friends were nice to me when I was growing up, but now they are my enemies siding with my parents against me. This crap should have stopped when I turned 18, but it has only gotten worse. My only career aspiration was to be a drum tech roadie for a rock band. I also wanted to serve my community, feed people, and do charity work. I never had a crush on anyone and never chased after men, contrary to popular belief. My best friend would tell you that I'm brutally honest, but people who don't know me would describe me as a horrible Satanic monster. I've been called everything but a white woman. Everything that has been said about me thus far has either been born of jealousy or hate and is nowhere near accurate. I do still dress the same as I did 20 years ago. I dress for comfort or according to my mood. I never cared anything for conservative fashion trends. My sense of style comes from Harley Davidson and Punk Rock. The weirdest job I ever had was also the hardest and the most dishonest. I was a telephone psychic between college semesters. The money was great--$12/hour or 20 cents/min, but the goal was to keep people on the phone as long as possible and to get repeat customers. It was difficult because I'm not an entertainer. It was dishonest because I was not allowed to people that I'm not psychic. I was placed in a position of taking advantage of desperate people in distress and it nearly cost me my self-respect. I quit after two months to restore my integrity. I don't have any trophies, but I won the E.B. Moore Award my Senior year for excellence in musicianship. If I had to do my life over, I would choose better parents and I would have stowed away on Axl's tour bus when he came to OKC my Senior year. In ten years, I'll still be living on SSI or I'll be institutionalized or dead. My oldest friend died on March 18, 2005. She owned and operated the Rock Shop in Bradley. The only way that I could surprise anyone at my high school reunion is if I ended up like every one else. My first job was at Sonic where I got paid $3.25/hr to carhop. What I remember most about it is getting fired after 3 days because I couldn't count back change. I didn't learn that in high school. I have mixed feelings about my childhood and don't feel like talking about it.
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