We would practice the plays after school.  It would be so cold and dark walking home.  I loved looking in the windows of homes.  I would walk past and see people looking warm and safe inside.  I think that is one reason I don’t mind leaving my blinds up: I remember those late, dark, cold nights and hope someone else gets a happy feeling when they pass my home. The only drawback of the class was that we had to debate.  I had taken Debate in Salina and enjoyed it; but at BY High, we were sent out to debate students from other schools.  Provo High, especially, had a great debate team.  I hated that part.  A fellow student (I don’t remember her name) debated with me.  Neither one of us was dynamic.  I believe our school won only two debates that year.  That is probably why I got an A- for that class. I do remember walking down to Walgreen’s during lunchtime and having a strawberry shake and fries.  I also remember there was a hamburger joint across from the school that had wonderful hamburgers.  They were always a treat.  Evidently, I belonged to the “Fauvines.”  I can’t remember what they were, but I see from the picture that the girls in the circle were always leaders in the school.  They were nice girls.  They had probably been going to the school since they were in grade school.  Two of their fathers were teachers, either at BYU or the high school.  Joan was my geometry teacher’s daughter.  I liked her in spite of him. Dating: I had quite a few dates and would sometimes go to dances with a BYU student.  One late afternoon, I was leaving the school and this young man asked if he could walk me home.  I don’t think I had met him before.  He introduced himself as _______ Anderson.  (I can’t remember his first name.)  We were getting acquainted; and when we arrived at my home, I invited him in.  I started to introduce him to Mother.  I could remember his first name but not his last.  He told Mother that his last name was Anderson. Mother then went to introduce him to Aunt Maude and COULDN’T REMEMBER HIS LAST NAME!  He must have thought we were idiots, because we had the same last name!!  I don’t believe he ever called me back for a date. One young man, a very unattractive young man and a little strange, asked me for a date.  I felt sorry for him and I said, “Yes.” I went with him to a BYU dance and felt rather embarrassed being with him.  Then he asked me for another date.  I couldn’t think of an excuse and didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I said, “Yes.”  I knew he was going to ask me out again, so I talked with Mother about the situation.  She told me that I was going to have to tell him somehow that I wasn’t going to be available anymore.  When he called, I gently told him I was going with someone else.  That was a very hard thing to do, but it was also the kindest thing I could have done.    One Saturday, a knock came at the door.  I answered it, although I had my hair up in pin curls and a scarf around my head.  When I opened the door, a very nice- looking young man had some flowers in his hands.  The flowers were from Scott, who was on his mission.  I was rather embarrassed about how I looked, but also excited for the flowers.  Later that day, I got a call from the young man asking me for a date.  I did date him until he went on his mission (I was only 17).  The next time I heard from him was when he got home from his mission and wanted a date.  I was married and expecting Lana.  He and Scott met once at the BYU Library and had a discussion about me.  Scott also later counseled this young man’s brother when he was a student at BYU.  The brother talked about his older brother (the one I had dated) and said he was always the one the family would turn to for advice.  He was good young man. I did date quite a bit.  Several of my friends knew I was semi-waiting for Scott to come home after his mission.  I had never dated a guy from my school until one of the boys from my class (I believe his name was Dick Boyd) asked me out.  He belonged to the clique of boys and girls that did a lot together.  I had been approached by a girl that I had known throughout my school years, Phyllis Winkler, who was in that group.  Phyllis said they would like to have me join their group, but they had a stipulation: I had to drop my friend, Dorothy McBride.  Dorothy and I got along so well. (We are still dear friends and go to the temple together when we can.)  She was often ill, and I had to spend many a lunchtime alone.  It was painful at times.  I thanked Phyllis but told her that I could never “drop” a friend.  Dick still asked me to go with him at some party they had.  I really didn’t feel comfortable with them; however, when he asked me to go to the graduation dance, I accepted.  I was supposed to have a sleepover with some of the girls.  I had taken my pillow, etc., to the girl’s house and was going to be there after the dance was over.  However, Dick wanted to go for a ride after the dance.  We drove up the canyon and along the road overlooking the Y.  You could see the lights from Provo.  He might have kissed me once (I was being nice), and then we talked until we both fell asleep.  He really was a nice guy.  We woke up with the sun!  I have never been as humiliated as when I had to go pick up my bedding from the place I was to have stayed over that night!  I never had a chance to explain what had happened, as the girls had all gone home by then. What a way to end my senior year.  Membership card I received when I joined the The National Thespian Society