La Alaskeña

Once upon a time, I was in high school.

Circa 2000

My apologies to my mother, who told me specifically not to put this photo on my blog.

I was lucky. I had fun in high school. I didn’t get teased, and nobody made fun of me (to my face). It was a flurry of plays, projects, dances, clubs, the odd bit of homework, and of course, swing choir.

Ah, swing choir. I clawed my way to the top to get to you. I earned that fugly gold-sequined chiffon dress! (Aren’t you sad that no photographic evidence is offered at this time?) Our rendition of Workin’ on a Groovy Thing could tame a wild polecat. And let’s just say that when we performed Carry On My Wayward Son at the Spring 2001 Concert it pretty much blew everybody’s mind.

And that’s why I luuuurrrrve Glee. (Rachel? That’s me in high school, minus the talent.) It’s everything I loved about high school, but with more musical numbers, drama, and Jane Lynch. I love the way it plays like a deranged after-school special. And they did Salt ‘n’ Pepa, ok? They did Salt ‘n’ Pepa, and I died and went to heaven, and St. Peter convinced me to come back to earth when he told me that KRISTIN FREAKING CHENOWETH would be on later in the season.

So incredibly inappropriate. I love it.