And I’m just posting to say that this was my class song.
I think what Kyla’s saying is that seeing Terry doing something incredibly pathetic scared her into going to the other extreme to not do what he did - sort of like when people have an alcoholic in the family, they may react by not drinking at all.
Well, since I am no longer involved in HS stuff (my daughter is long grown and out of the house, and my own “days of glory” are long behind me), I don’t really have much of a dog in this fight other than the slight amusement at folks who are overly fixated on what others do and wear.
However, (sorry long winded aren’t I :)), as to why a person would end up having school pride?
I didn’t mean just in that you happen to go to such and such school, but rather pride in the accomplishments of that school. Mine for instance had an undefeated wrestling team for something like 25 years. I was in HS during the first class to ever attend the school, (it was being built when I was in 6th grade and was a “secondary” rather than HS, meaning 7-12 grade students attended).
During school, I was heavily involved in sports, was in clubs all designed to support sports, Mat Maids (cheerleader like group dedicated to wrestlers), stuff like that. I was in the Pep band that played at football games.
So in a tiny way, I helped contribute to the successes our school had, and I can very well see how a BMOC (which I was certainly nohwere near being) would feel some pride in being a member of a #1 team.
Now, after HS, I got way too busy chasing boys, catching one, working and raising a family. But I still have very fond memories, and whenever I catch the announcer stating that my HS just took state AGAIN after 20whatever years. I think “Huh…cool”.
Yeah, pretty much.
Of course, I still wear my college sweatshirt. See, though, that’s Different.
Well, I only wore ONE letterman back in HS, but we were going steady, so it was okay.
Geez, what happened to having a song saying you have a bright, shiny future ahead of you just waiting for you to grab it? No, no, let’s go with the “might as well stop living now 'cause you’re done” song.
HI, Diane! Yes, I’m speaking English. So far as I know, I speak perfectly good English, and I’m even willing to try to understand your abbreviations, suspensions, and personal idiosyncratic syntax for the sake of interpreting ideas that are actually at odds with recent scientific vocabulary. You, alas, are apparently not part of the new hipness. Sorry. Have some chicken soup and tend to your own purple asshole. It’s closer (and either smugger or snugger) than you think. Meanwhile, relax. Look at this as a minor but meaningful setback, one which will create nationalistic arguments for years to come.
I just bought my Son a letter jacket. He is now one of three people in his HS that have one. I am the proud Father of a trend-setter. LOL
Well I can somewhat understand school pride in that case…but on the other hand, school pride does seem like a Suburban Whitebread thing. I think that’s really what the OP is pitting. …the Suburban Whitebread mentality.
I think that assuming that shows one has had only Suburban Whitebread experiences.
Wow. What college did you go to which left you so utterly clueless to experiences beyond your own, TwistyLamp? Back in my little slice of suburbia there was a city down the street and no one had more school pride than the students in that city’s local high school. You know why? Because that was it for them. Little chance to go to college. Little chance to get a good job outside of the military. High school was their time to shine. I’d like to see you tell one of them to their face that having school pride is a “Suburban Whitebread thing.” I haven’t seen a good ass-kicking in awhile.
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The other two choices were by Bone Thugs & Harmony and some other equally craptastic rap group.
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Like other Springsteen songs, people seem to pay more attention to the title than the words.
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I like the song anyway.
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Besides, it’s the Boss™
Well, go that way, you can toss out state pride, national pride, family pride, etc.
As I seem to recall, the line is exactly the opposite of what you’re saying. Apparently, rolled trouser cuffs were the style at the time, much like an onion at your belt. So it’s a reference to an old man trying hard to wear cutting edge clothes and deny his age when he has almost come to acceptance of the fact.
The repetition, and then denial when the third repetition of the line is almost expected, is very powerful, I always thought.
… yeah, okay, digression, but I do like some poetry. That one is one of the few that hit me between the ears.
I did that something similar to that, but I was getting paid to coach the trumpet line and the band jackets were “uniform” for the directors and coaches.
This whole thread is inane, frankly. I’d wear the band jacket on two occasions–going to a high school game or whatever where specific school pride is still appropriate and welcomed, and … running errands when I happened to grab whatever jacket was in my parent’s closet. Which is the most likely explanation, IMHO.
I still have my old high school jacket from 1984. I don’t wear it; it’s just a momento.
One thing you see in small Midwestern and Texas towns that is uncommon “back East” are city limit signs that list school athletic championships.
**Lock n’ Load
POP 2475
Home of the Geldings
Texas Panhandle Six-Man
Football Champions 1979 **
What’s the point? Are people still talking about it?
There are two kinds of people. Those who divide everyone into two groups, and those who don’t.
Anyway, I don’t even have the option of wearing my class ring. The girl that I dated senior year still has it. When we broke up I told her to keep it. Actually, my exact words were more like “Shove it up you ass, you chceating whore!”
Anyway, reading this thread keeps bringing pictures of “Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion” to mind. Awesome movie BTW. It does seem like a lot of peoples live center on high school. HS sucked for me, so i try to move on.
This encounter I saw between two high school kids from differing areas drove home the point to me that what you consider special and meaningful for that time in your life is just a quaint little schtick to somebody else.
Girl, pointing at guy’s jacket: What does your F stand for? French horn?
Guy: That’s not an F! That’s a P!
Girl: Oh, tee hee, so what does your P stand for?
Guy: PARKVIEW!
Girl: giggle, whatever
Speak for yourself buddy. I’m 32. I’d like to think I don’t look 52. If I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t consider that to be “doing better.”
I always assumed it meant that he was old and didn’t care what he looked like, so he would just roll up his trousers instead of hemming them to fit. Ain’t poetry grand? (I like the line about measuring your life out with coffee spoons, too.)