#junior

I don't think I really know just how cool Satan really was when I was in Junior High School. Now, thanks to Marilyn Manson, it's no longer a secret. ↗

— Jim Coleman

#high #high school #how #i #junior

I took an acting class at Cerritos Junior College and I did a handful of plays, maybe five or six plays. ↗

— John Corbett

#acting class #class #college #did #five

When I was a junior camp counselor and it was my job to tell the campers a bedtime story or devotional, I would tell them a rapture story. ↗

— Jerry B. Jenkins

#camp #counselor #devotional #i #job

When I was in elementary school, we weren't allowed to do sports other than cheerleading. By junior high, they let us play, but we had to come back after 6:30 p.m. to practice because there was only one gymnasium and the boys used it first. ↗

— Jackie Joyner-Kersee

#allowed #back #because #come #elementary

My experience with the Junior League, when I worked in Philadelphia for four years in reference to children's things, is that whenever they were asked they responded. They always responded with sincerity, and they did a good job. ↗

— C. Everett Koop

#asked #children #did #experience #four

The only reason I got into broadcasting was, I needed money to pay for my junior and senior years at college, and they hired me, those fools! ↗

— Alex Trebek

#college #fools #got #hired #i

It was 1976. It was one of the darkest days of my life when that nurse, Mrs. Shimmer, pulled out a maxi pad that measured the width and depth of a mattress and showed us how to use it. It had a belt with it that looked like a slingshot that possessed the jaw-dropping potential to pop a man's head like a gourd. As she stretched the belt between the fingers of her two hands, Mrs. Shimmer told us becoming a woman was a magical and beautiful experience. I remember thinking to myself, You're damn right it had better be magic, because that's what it's going to take to get me to wear something like that, Tinkerbell! It looked like a saddle. Weighed as much as one, too. Some girls even cried. I didn't. I raised my hand. "Mrs. Shimmer," I asked the cautiously, "so what kind of security napkins do boys wear when their flower pollinates? Does it have a belt, too?" The room got quiet except for a bubbling round of giggles. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?" Mrs. Shimmer accused sharply. "Boys have stamens, and stamens do not require sanitary napkins. They require self control, but you'll learn that soon enough." I was certainly hoping my naughty bits (what Mrs. Shimmer explained to us was like the pistil of a flower) didn't get out of control, because I had no idea what to do if they did. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#health #humor #junior-high #menstruation #nurse

What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked. Then, senior year, someone got gum in her hair when we were dancing. She had to get one of the chaperones to take her to the office and cut up her hair. I felt really bad for her, but it worked out fine. ↗

— James Lafferty

#about #afterwards #bad #cut #dancing

The beginning of my political career was not promising. I ran for junior class president at Shortridge High school and was runner up. I ran again in the senior year with the same result. But opportunity came ironically, or fortunately, when I returned to Indianapolis after serving in the Navy. ↗

— Richard Lugar

#again #beginning #came #career #class

And that's another piece of advice I'll give junior writers; when you get to the point where they take you to lunch, let the editor suggest where to go. ↗

— Jerry Pournelle

#another #editor #get #give #go