New Bradford High School 3

I was impressed to actually find a photo of my high on Flikr. Of course it didn't look quite like that when I went to school.
When I went to school way back then, I didn't exactly fit in. My upbringing hadn't taught me certain social guidelines. I have two siblings, one older and one younger, who didn't suffer the same shyness. They seemed to adjust to a normal life style easier than I. (Whole different story) They can talk and laugh with most anyone.
Not me. If I talk to a stranger I generally turn fifty shades of red, I cannot think of a single thing to say. After working serving tables, I've learned to be more comfortable around people, but shyness can be rough on some people. I think it's genetic because my daughter was the same, and so are her two younger children.
Back to the school thing. I have thought about it, but if people had no interest in me then, if I had no interest in my classmates why would I go? I did make a few friends that I really liked, but they weren't the lifelong type friendships.
Besides, that is when the 'hippie' movement was going on. I was a little protester back then. I marched against the Viet Nam war. I helped change the dress code so that girls could wear pants. It's freaking cold in Wisconsin, too cold for skirts and dresses. Those actions sound odd for a shy person, but belligerence was my shield. When you're passionate about something, you can find speech. Besides I could always duck behind my friends!
So the kids that did know me had perceptions about who I was without actually asking if they were right. I used to skip school and go the museum which was kitty corner from the school. The library and I were friends. Of course the general consensus was that I was out with those hippie people. Very funny now. I forgot about some of that until this prompt. Hmmmm.....wonder what Kenosha looks like now?