When I entered 10th grade it was a lot different from being in Jr. High. Even though we all were on the same block. High school and Jr. High shared some of the same class rooms we did not attend the same classes. There was a different division. I was now a High School student. Doug was a Senior, I was a Sophomore. There were clubs you could join. I wanted to join the Pep Club but that cost money and you had to try out and I was not one of the pretty girls. I tried to join the Future Homemakers of America and did not get accepted. Never could understand why. I concentrated on taking Choir and just trying to adapt to harder classes.
In the fall, one of the big activities was a Sadie Hawkins Dance. All the girls and boys would be put together and then names would be drawn out and a boy and girl would be paired up and the girl was supposed to catch the boy and then they would go to the dance together. Of course I thought this was great. The boy I was paired up with in 10th grade was a senior. He lived out west of town. But he was also the boyfriend of one of my friends. I was so excited. He was tall and dark and very handsome. This was just for fun and so my friend who also lived in the same small town let me come and stay at her house and then we ambushed him at home. We made our date and Beverly and I planned to go together with our dates. We went to a movie and then to the dance. It was fun but thinking back about it I think it must have been kind of uncomfortable for Beverly to be with another boy and I was with her boyfriend.
For some reason the little group of girl friends that I had hung out with in Jr. High didn’t seem to transition together in High School. We all went in different directions. It is funny how even in a small town and when there is only one school that friends drift apart. I always felt like an outsider. I was one of the tallest girls in the whole school. Another little note. Remember that we had to wear dresses to school. Girls could not wear pants. By the time I got to High School I was wearing nylons and a girdle. We didn’t have panty hose. It was bout this time that Fred Adams came to town. He was teacher at the Collage and he had an idea to start a Shakespeare Festival. He produced Broadway Shows at the Collage and I fell in love with the Theater. My cousin Lyona was the lead in “Bells are Ringing”. He did “The Diary of Ann Frank” it was wonderful. He even had the ushers dressed in Nazi Uniforms. Real theater had come to Cedar City.