high school pictures
I was a wreck earlier tonight. I dunno why -- Gretchen's absence just keeps hitting me out of nowhere. I was doing the dishes and I kind of just crumpled up into a little messy, sobby ball. I keep telling myself that crying isn't going to make her come back. It doesn't help. I have this playlist that I put together of all songs that Gretchen liked or that remind me of high school. I lose it everytime "Total Eclipse of the Heart" comes on.
Anyhow -- this is this evenings attempt at solace through the scanning of old photos.
This is (from left to right) Julie Saccente, Sandy Macias, Becky Degler, Gretchen, Me, Gaetan Spurgin, and (in the back) Shawn Proctor. Sandy brought her rat with her too but you can't see him in the picture (he was in a carrier). It must have been an inservice day or something (which would explain why Rachel isn't there). This picture is in the cul-de-sac outside of Gretchen's house. We basically started walking through Chesterbrook and picking up friends on the way to the park.
We went over to Valley Forge Park to this place that Rachel had found once while horseback riding (I recall her not being so thrilled that large groups of us were going there). Basically, it was this old building that you were, uh, perhaps not supposed to go so close to. But we always went and picniced on the roof. You could see people going by on the path below, but there were so many branches that people couldn't really see you. It was amusing. It was really hard to get up there though -- the 'easy' way involved climbing up this steep wall with lots of slippery dirt and sliding rocks. But we always made it. There was also a creek nearby and a small gorge that we liked to play in. The gorge had a giant tree that had fallen down at one point and you could climb halfway up the side of the gorge on the tree. I also remember and old rusted out car, but I'm not sure if I'm making that up in my head.
Anyhow -- here is us just before the picnic. I think, perhaps, the park authorities would have rather that we didn't go up there.

Here's a nice picture of Gretchen and Megan dressed up as preppy schoolgirls. I have no idea why. Gretchen always did try to wear the shortest skirt.

I had totally forgotten about this until I found this photo. Gretchen and I were both in probability and statistics and the night before the midterm (I think) we went over to Langdon's house to study [I think that was the first time that I really spent time with Langdon]. We all studied, I remember there being lizard stickers (Gretchen put one on the steering wheel of my car, which stayed there until, well, until the car was no more). In our studying silliness, we became obsessed with "Mr. Fishie" (alpha) and, after the test, we went over to the classroom for our Prob-Stat teacher (totally don't remember her name) and Gretchen wrote this on the board:

Here's Gretchen with Langdon in the doorway to the classroom right afterwards:

Because Tommy Kelleher emailed me this week, I have two photos of him and Gretchen to share. This first one is just after the junior prom. For reasons I don't understand, Megan, me, Gretchen, and Tommy felt the need to all pile on top of each other in the bus seat on the way to the afterparty on the boat. I think that the person in the stripey shirt is Gaetan. No idea who's sleeping in the seat in front of us.

And this is me, Jeff Taylor, Gretchen, and Tommy before my senior prom (they were all juniors). This is one of the few pictures from before the prom where Jeff doesn't have a small stuffed cat in his vest. We're standing on the back deck of my parents' house.

And, just to be surreal, here is Gretchen in a large ceramic frog:

-Christine
Anyhow -- this is this evenings attempt at solace through the scanning of old photos.
This is (from left to right) Julie Saccente, Sandy Macias, Becky Degler, Gretchen, Me, Gaetan Spurgin, and (in the back) Shawn Proctor. Sandy brought her rat with her too but you can't see him in the picture (he was in a carrier). It must have been an inservice day or something (which would explain why Rachel isn't there). This picture is in the cul-de-sac outside of Gretchen's house. We basically started walking through Chesterbrook and picking up friends on the way to the park.

Anyhow -- here is us just before the picnic. I think, perhaps, the park authorities would have rather that we didn't go up there.

Here's a nice picture of Gretchen and Megan dressed up as preppy schoolgirls. I have no idea why. Gretchen always did try to wear the shortest skirt.

I had totally forgotten about this until I found this photo. Gretchen and I were both in probability and statistics and the night before the midterm (I think) we went over to Langdon's house to study [I think that was the first time that I really spent time with Langdon]. We all studied, I remember there being lizard stickers (Gretchen put one on the steering wheel of my car, which stayed there until, well, until the car was no more). In our studying silliness, we became obsessed with "Mr. Fishie" (alpha) and, after the test, we went over to the classroom for our Prob-Stat teacher (totally don't remember her name) and Gretchen wrote this on the board:

Here's Gretchen with Langdon in the doorway to the classroom right afterwards:

Because Tommy Kelleher emailed me this week, I have two photos of him and Gretchen to share. This first one is just after the junior prom. For reasons I don't understand, Megan, me, Gretchen, and Tommy felt the need to all pile on top of each other in the bus seat on the way to the afterparty on the boat. I think that the person in the stripey shirt is Gaetan. No idea who's sleeping in the seat in front of us.

And this is me, Jeff Taylor, Gretchen, and Tommy before my senior prom (they were all juniors). This is one of the few pictures from before the prom where Jeff doesn't have a small stuffed cat in his vest. We're standing on the back deck of my parents' house.

And, just to be surreal, here is Gretchen in a large ceramic frog:

-Christine
5 Comments:
At 9:47 PM,
Megan said…
OK, the preppy picture is ME, not Langdon! And my god, what I wouldn't give to be that skinny again.
No, seriously. I think you and I are on the same wavelength when it comes to being sobby balls today. For me, it started yesterday, and tonight, I cried easily a dozen times during To Kill A Mockingbird, and not even at the sad parts. And then I cried at some email. And now, at this post. I guess the shock part is over and we're into the sad part. I'm really looking forward to seeing you in Austin. I wish December was closer, but it will be here in no time.
At 8:28 AM,
Christine said…
I knew that was you and not Langdon. My fingers just typed it wrong. I shall edit.
I think that it's just occurred to me that she's really really not coming back. I think that, for the first couple of weeks, my brain convinced me that she was just far away and incommunicado. But in the last couple of days, everything reminds me of her. Everything reminds me of...this sounds cliche and dumb...but her vitality. I mean, Gretchen really was full of life -- I realize that large portions of it were the mania -- but so many memories of her involve her being hyper and coaxing me to go and do something..."Chrisssssy....".
She was one of the very few people who got to call me that. Although I think that it was her revenge for my torturing her name with "Gretch," "Netch," "Netchen." She hated those. :)
-Christine
At 8:50 AM,
Megan said…
We also, I recall, called you Krissy Pooh? *snerk*
That may have been Mae Berberri?
At 9:17 AM,
Christine said…
Mae called me Krissy Poo. But was often "Kirsey Poo."
And Andrea Rodgers sometimes called me "Chrisinteener" or (*cringe*) "Christeener-weiner."
But I called her "Puff the Magic Mall-chick" (Puffers for short) and rewrote the lyrics to "Puff the Magic Dragon" around it, so I suppose that I was askin' for it. :)
But none of those names really survived. But Gretchen still called me Chrissy nearly exclusively.
At 11:10 AM,
Megan said…
Oh, and we were dressed like preppy school girls because 1) it was preppy schoolgirl day and 2) it used to freak Mr. Schmuck out.
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