At times it is difficult to grasp that nearly 50 years have passed since I graduated high school. When I graduated, we were the largest graduation class the school had ever had. We were the peak of the baby boomers. There's been a new boom there and the high school I went to now exists in name only. Like most high schools in the area, it was torn down with the exception of the gymnasium (and locker rooms) and “renovated" to hold more students and have an updated infrastructure. During the period of time I was in (senior) high school, they were 10th, 11th, and 12th grades only. Junior high schools were 7th, 8th, and 9th, grades. They has similar class structures (homeroom and 6 class periods) as high school. Elementary schools were 1st-6th grades, though some schools incorporated kindergarten classes. Now it's elementary schools (grades K-5), middle school (grades 6-😎, and high school (grades 9-12).
I was moved to this neighborhood when I was 10 years old and transferred from one school in the county to another. My mom and dad were divorced by that time and I was living with my dad. It was shortly after JFK's assassination when we moved, but it wasn't until the end of the first semester in January when we changed schools. I transferred into a completely different world, a completely different income class of people and the transition was hard since this particular school drew from a part of the county that was upper income families. That changed as the I progressed from the smaller elementary school, to the larger junior high school (~1400 students) and then to high school (~2100 students) and the diversity of families and income levels was more broadly diverse. Even then, I was scientifically inclined and a runner type.
In the summer between junior and senior high school, the family that lived two doors away from our house moved back to Canada. My brother and I were friends with their two boys. A newly divorced mother and her daughter moved into that house. They had lived in the county, but in another junior high school district. She would have been going to this high school anyway since where she had lived previously was in the same high school district. But now she was a neighbor of mine. Like nearly all of us, we were arriving in the high school with a bunch of people we knew from our respective junior high schools, but we were also being introduced to another world that was larger and older than we were. She and I became friends/acquaintances and like most of us we tended to gravitate to our friends from previous schools and years together before branching out to new friends and people we associated with.
It was during that summer that I met her friend from junior high school (who this remembrance is about). I don't remember the circumstances of why we met other than she was at my neighbor's new home. Kady was about 5 foot tall (maybe a bit taller and we were all still growing at the time) and we would probably have called her “plump” at the time. In a time of skirts and dresses getting shorter and more provocative to the delight and detriment of the raging hormones of adolescent boys, Kady wore rather plain clothing that probably did as much to hide her overweight condition as well as reflect the rather conservative viewpoint of her parents. She had chestnut blond hair that that framed her face with remarkably distinguishing brown eyes. As I would later learn, she lived in an older community of more modest homes than some of the neighborhoods newer than the one I now lived in. And what I recall about that was having very pleasant conversation in the kitchen with her and my neighbors.
I turned 15 that summer. By that time I had been giving myself enemas for at least three years after my dad suggested that I should use the walk-in shower in the master bedroom rather the bathtub shower in the main bathroom. I think it was just a matter of convenience since I had to walk home from the junior high school (my brother rode the bus to the elementary school that I had just left) and the shower after coming home helped keep a sweaty adolescent clean. It wasn't that we couldn't use the other bathroom for baths or showers, it was just something that he suggested. Of course, what I found hanging on the shower rod was a red open-top rubber bag that I later determined had a two-quart capacity. It was equipped with a curved, fluted black douche nozzle. Now, as I have written elsewhere, I didn't know what any of this stuff was at the time and I don't even think I knew or had heard the word “enema” until I was in 8th grade and I looked it up in a dictionary. But I did figure out what I could do with it and the near daily enemas in the shower were a very erotic pleasure for this young adolescent boy.
After Labor Day, our high school started the school year. We each had been assigned a “homeroom” with a group of students all in the same grade with whom we would see and spend about 20 minutes each morning being with in the same classroom area for the next three years. Our assigned lockers were outside of the homeroom classrooms (generally true for most students in the school). This provided the morning attendance as well as the morning announcements over the PA system for things of interest like the high school activities, etc. I don't recall us being assigned seats in homeroom. It was just a matter of picking a desk and sitting at it for roll call of the morning attendance. Kady was in my homeroom and we sat beside each other there, every morning for the next three years. Every morning it seems we had something to talk about that gave a glimpse as to what was happening in our lives in and outside of school during those three school years. We didn't share many other classes together until our senior year where our circle of friends really crossed and intersected in a way that didn't necessarily occur in our sophomore or junior years. But that meeting every morning formed an interesting basis for what followed through our times together in high school and beyond.