You Californians have always done such cool things school wise. Around here, all schools seemed like dungeons.Coming late to the share fest, from the Class of '71. I went to Pacific Grove High Scool for three years, but for my senior year, I was one of twenty students chosen for the Community Centered High School (also in Pacific Grove). We students BUILT the facility in a corner of the Junior High property (yup, back before they called 'em "Middle Schools"). It was a huge Geodesic dome. Most study was done off-site; as I wanted to be a writer someday, I went to a local author's home to learn from her. Art instruction still occurred at the regular HS campus under the tutelage of the Art teacher (a local but well-known painter in oils). If'n you wanted to do landscapes, you had plenty of actual landscape in the county, all the way from rocky or sandy shores, agricultural vistas, forested areas, commercial and residential areas, etc.
Because I got married during my senior year, the Director of the CCHS program insisted I make a full course dinner for him and his wife in the little apartment where my new husband and I resided - in order to graduate.
For dessert, i served my first and only "almost from scratch" cherry pie I have ever made. Gorgeous lattice top crust. Really tasty, with the perfect flaky crust, top and bottom.
Crunchy though, because I hadn't noticed the cans of cherries were not pitted. Why the HECK would anyone can cherries with their pits still in them?!?!?
I was still graduated, though.
You guys all give me a good chuckle every day.
Now that I'm not drinking as much I try to stay up for 'The Daily Show' and 'The Colbert Report' but that means I can't get up before 6. I used to go to sleep right after I closed the chickens up at dusk. But on the plus side, I'd be up by 3 or 4.
I am in such good company here. When I tell people I know stories like that, I'm pretty sure they don't believe me.
Dare I ask, "What Part?"
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