Tascosa Class of 87

[princessbaybay]

LMAO!!!!!!! Yes that is what I meant.... her daddy had the Datsun dealership?

[catsmeow]

princessbaybay said:

LMAO!!!!!!! Yes that is what I meant.... her daddy had the Datsun dealership?

Yep ... she's still in Amarillo, married with kids.

[princessbaybay]

That's cool.

I can't remember if she was a Bonham or Crockett.

[catsmeow]

Bonham. She was a senior at AHS when I was a sophomore.

[princessbaybay]

Thats right... things were so split with me... I have a hard time remembering who was at which schools. I did AHS and Tascosa too... class of 85.

[catsmeow]

Which did you graduate from? My sister was AHS 83.

[princessbaybay]

Suppose to be Tascosa... but I got my GED half way through my jr. year.

I was a sophmore when she was a senior so I might still know her. A lot of the people I ran with there were seniors...with the exception of Deidre.

[mopnglo]

westtexan said:

Mop was probably the drunk one....hitting on all the guys?

Well...hopefully not!

You're only half right, but I don't hit on anyone! (I new better than to have that 3rd Bloody Mary!

Cat,
Looks like everyone was having a pretty good time. We only had to cut a couple of ppl off from the bar! They had a lot of fun activities, tons of pictures (now/then type of thing) and did a great job decorating. I think the final count was somewhere in the ball park of 100 ppl that showed up?

[catsmeow]

I wished (in some ways) I had been there. Actually, I find all that kind of nerve-wracking, so ...

Being new to Tascosa as a senior made it, in my mind, a little more difficult to find my place. I played basketball, so of course, I was around my team a lot. Funny thing is, there are lots of people I graduated with that I now see more than I ever did while in high school. I like everyone, I just needed to spend the weekend doing "kid" things with my son because I missed his tournament in Dallas last weekend ...

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catsmeow said:

princessbaybay said:

Dupree?

BayBay, do you mean Darcy Dupriest?

I meant a Darcy from the class of '87.

I was at AHS with your sister too.

[petiepanzer]

Hey, I went to both AHS and THS also. I graduated in 92, though.

[princessbaybay]

Hey petie lets start a war! ;D Which one did you like better?

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I went to both also.

[petiepanzer]

Baybay,

I would be more than happy to give a critique of both AHS and THS in the late 80's- early 90's. I don't know if the same still applies in this day and age, though. If it starts a war, remember that it was one man's opinion and he really has no concern as to the outcome.

All in all, AHS was probably the better school. It was a newer school, it had better facilities, the academics were better and most of their sports teams were better as well.

This was the problem with AHS when I went there: it was a very cliqueish school. No kidding, AHS was like every bad teenage movie like Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, and Heathers all rolled into one. Most of the kids were actually not that bad, but there was a group of kids that, for some reason, thought they were God's appointed abbassadors on this earth. Now, most of these kids were not necessarily from wealthy families, but their parents were under the impression for some reason that they were wealthy. Most of them were mid-level professionals that tried to act like aristocracy. I'm sure they were in debt up to their eyeballs. They were from all over the AHS area, but the vast majority of their residences seemed to be clustered within the confines of Puckett and Sleepy Hollow. The term 'Nouveau Riche' comes to mind. Well, their parents shallow and short-sighted outlook on life seemed to rub off on their kids and turned them into the proverbial Turd Fergusons. The boys all thought they were going to get athletic scholarships. This idea was undoubtedly placed into their heads by their fathers, who couldn't get past the fact that their kids didn't win the genetic lottery and that D-I football programs don't usually recruit undersized white kids that try really hard. I remember one father who was convinced that his son was destined to play football for a SWC school as an offensive lineman. If he had only been honest with himself, he could have looked in the mirror and come to the realization that a 5'7" potbellied accountant is just not capable of siring a child that would be capable of playing that level of football unless he had married a sasquatch. Now, these guys were very remiscent of the James Spader character or the blonde bully on the Karate Kid, except they couldn't fight. The girls were not any better and were equally disgusting and nauseating. These girls used to wear big bows in their hair and acted like they were Polly Prissy Pants. It was their ambition in life to make the cheer leader squad and wear around the super short outfits. They acted like they were all pure, but they were really the biggest very *friendly* persons in high school, who were always ready to spread for Johnny Football. I found them to be rather hypocritical. For some reason, all the PTA moms were perfectly content with their daughters being used and abused by the H.S. football gods. Go figure.

Tascosa was so much more laid back. The kids were bigger trouble makers, but they were really cool. Tascosa had the kids whose parents were really rich, but they were totally content to hang out with the kids from San Jacinto. Sure, they had the athletics, but they didn't try to lord themselves over the other kids like their counterparts on Bell St. I would have to say that I liked Tascosa better than AHS.

After H.S., a lot of people went their separate ways. Strangely enough, though, a lot of the kids that thought they were AHS elite stayed in Amarillo or came back with their tails between their legs after a year or 2 of college elsewhere. It seems that they couldn't take it that nobody kissed their a$$es in the real world or thought they were something special. Therefore, they all retreated back to the comfort bubble known as Amarillo. I have run into several of them at various people's parties and I find it highly amusing and somewhat rewarding at the same time. The guys are all pot bellied and the old bow headed girls that thought they were so pretty have really blown out after having a couple of kids. They know nothing of the outside world and their conversations are all very mundane. None of them seem to possess much intellectual firepower. Of course, they can all recall that great defensive stand in the playoffs when it was 3rd and 9. I'm a little surprised they don't still wear around their letter jackets. I want to shake them and say, "Snap out of it, you morons. High School was 15 years ago." Then, I catch myself and realize that these memories are all they have in their pathetic little lives. Now, they have boring jobs as insurance salesmen, a mortgage on a cookie cutter house, a nagging wife, and 2 kids that are going to have the same unreasonable athletic expectations their parents placed on them. They never left Amarillo and have no frame of reference for their lives. I am somehow reminded of that song "Glory Days" whenever I run into these people today and I get the feeling I should be standing around a keg in a trash can. I still hang out with a lot of my old friends from Tascosa, though, and some from AHS. It is probably 65% THS alums and 35% AHS alums.

This song came out a year or 2 after I graduated from h.s., but it reminded me a lot of AHS.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8g_wavcFR4

[princessbaybay]

LMAO! You pretty much hit the nail on the head.

Interesting choice of words with *friendly* persons.