I spent my formative teenage years in a very small, newly built suburb and the high school I attended had just finished being constructed the year I started....which meant everyone was new, all the kids and all the teachers. I had a great high school experience and fond memories...as did many other people as demonstrated by a recently formed Facebook group.
It started out small but now our little FB group of people who grew up and went to high school in this suburb has grown and there are lots of great old photos posted and wonderful memories being shared. It's all pretty funny.
Today I saw that one of our old teachers had joined and was now "one of the group" and there were lots of fond messages to him - he was well liked and a very fun guy....thinking back on it, I think we were the first school he ever taught at - he was probably only about 24 or 25 years old to our 16 or 17.
What I do remember is that he invited a few of us Grade 11 girls over to his house....and of course we went...his wife wasn't home and I think we drank a beer or two and felt extremely sophisticated and special about the whole thing. I mean, nothing happened........
Nowadays no teacher would ever dare invite kids (especially teenage girls) over to their home - the 70's were definitely a different, less structured, time. And I do remember feeling, at the ripe old age of 16, that I was an adult and knew everything there was to know and could certainly look after myself.
In fact, here's a photo of me and my friend exploring new worlds when we were 16