At my boarding school graduation, Arnold Palmer was the speaker and told us all how we could one day have a private jet, like him. Well. I've been working in Arts Administration for over a year now and I ask you, Arnold, where is my jet?!
Yes, it does make me want to cry. Cry for my embarrassment, cry for my indignation, cry for those who believe that in the real real world, there is only love.
But, were any of them wearing their tassels in their hair like that bohemian free spirit Serena van der Woodsen? These are the things I would like to know.
I graduated high school with the son of former pro wrestler Dusty Rhodes (who now is also a pro wrestler, which is kind of surreal), and I hoped against hope that they would let him speak at our graduation, because how awesome would THAT have been? Alas, my dream went unfulfilled.
@pssshwhatever: The Hart family (Stu, Brett, Owen, Bruce, etc) were family friends. I had the hugest crush on Chris Jericho and convinced Stu to let me over whenever he was training and I would sit and watch.
Later when I was in highschool I was on the wrestling team and Stu was there to hand out the metals during a tournament. I won gold and when he gave me my metal, he said "I am so disappointed in you." Man, considering Stu let his girls marry wrestlers, he really didn't want them to be one.
@BookishLookish: Yep! Raised in metro Atlanta, live in Athens now.
One time in high school, Dusty organized a pro-am wrestling tournament of sorts as a fundraiser for the school's team. Instead of the school's wrestlers selling tickets, they had lower-level pro wrestlers come and sit at a table in our cafeteria, at lunch time, in full regalia and sell tickets. Like half a dozen of 'em.
I look back on certain parts of high school fondly.
We had the local weatherman speak at my high school graduation, which was outside on the football field. He spent the entire week before predicting it wasn't going to rain. Within five seconds of his speech, a thunderstorm broke out. Fun times.
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Wrestling used to be so fagtastic. Flashy/glam-gay even if none of them were gay. Ric Flair, where are you now?
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Later when I was in highschool I was on the wrestling team and Stu was there to hand out the metals during a tournament. I won gold and when he gave me my metal, he said "I am so disappointed in you." Man, considering Stu let his girls marry wrestlers, he really didn't want them to be one.
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One time in high school, Dusty organized a pro-am wrestling tournament of sorts as a fundraiser for the school's team. Instead of the school's wrestlers selling tickets, they had lower-level pro wrestlers come and sit at a table in our cafeteria, at lunch time, in full regalia and sell tickets. Like half a dozen of 'em.
I look back on certain parts of high school fondly.
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