It was the years 1991-1995 at Torrington High School, home of the Raiders. It was the age of Friends and Seinfeld. It was the era of the coffee house; the advent of the grunge music scene – Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Sound Garden, and Radiohead; and the explosion of Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre. Going back in time for this series has been so much fun, it’s made me yearn for those carefree days, just a little. I did not care about what social group to belong to, I was just happy to have had friends that I was able to laugh at everything with – ourselves, life, and of course, each other.
I am putting pride aside now and posting these embarrassing but way too funny photos for your viewing enjoyment. You’re welcome.
Academically I was a good student. I took honors classes but loved creative writing most. Math was never my forté, so my best memory is learning how to play Black Jack in Mr. Zetarski’s statistics and probability class senior year. So folks, you do use what you learned in math into adulthood 🙂 Even though I spoke fluent Italian at home, I took Italian all four years at THS. I was even a member of the Italian Club and fondly remember our annual jaunts to Little Italy in NYC.
In my junior year, I went on a group trip to Washington, D.C. to participate in the Close-Up program to learn about government. This was life changing for me and inspired me to pursue my studies in political science and helped shape my lobbying career today. I also was a member of Young Democrats and volunteered on many local and statewide political campaigns.
As soon as my friend Lori and I turned 16, we both got jobs at JC Penney. I worked in the children’s department and thus began my career of folding hundreds of tiny baby and toddler clothes. I also had a very lucrative babysitting gig for several families. These jobs prepared me for motherhood, the only difference is I was paid MONEY to take care of kids and keep everything organized. Plus those kids actually listened to me.
Since there was not much to do in good ole Torrington, we often complained about how boring it was. On the weekends, we drove around in my friend Debbie’s car, “Milfer,” or in my friend Neal’s Dodge Colt. Our favorite hang-outs were the local coffee shop, Talk of the Town, the OP Arcade (now home to an “adult” store), Dunkin Donuts, Friendly’s, and Pizza Hut. Apparently we were not concerned with our calorie intake back then. In the summers, we loved going to my friend Debbie’s cottage on Highland Lake where we’d bask in the sun.
My older sister will tell you I got away with way more in high school because I was the baby of the family. For the most part that is true. But really I learned the fine art of gaining trust by telling my parents about 75% of the truth. I would provide just enough detail about where I was going and with whom, but would leave out the parts about any questionable activity. My parents pretty much allowed me to do what I wanted, but the one thing my dad was unwaivering on was my curfew: I had to be home at 11 pm until I was a senior! That seriously sucked because my friends would drop me off and then go back out again. I also think this is the reason why I am no fun at parties after 11 pm.
My high school years were definitely a time of personal growth, but I had fun in the process. In fact, I thought I had everything in life figured out by the time I was 16, only to become completely baffled again in adulthood. After graduation I left Connecticut to pursue “bigger and better” things, only to return to my family. I would not change a thing because each of my decisions have shaped who I am today. I am so grateful for this:
*A big thanks goes out to Debbie Sisson Moore and Neal Broverman for providing most of the awesome pics! I LOVED traveling down memory lane with you guys!