My senior year in school went better; I started making friends with the boys I was sitting next to in each of my classes--and it didn't hurt that I was a good student and in the national honor society. friend Sue and I doubled to the homecoming dance and the senior prom. My parents had sent me to a Cotillion dance club, and I had learned to hold my own on a dance floor. My senior picture in the yearbook was very ugly, but by graduation I was happy with my dress, robe, and hair.
But she wasn't out of the woods yet:
However, the week after graduation Sue and I drove together to the Sears at a nearby mall that was hiring clerks for summer jobs. She was hired, I was told they had no openings.
Ouch!
After the summer Sue went on to St. Mary's at Notre Dame. Mom heads to MacMurray College to pursuit a future as a Director of Christian Education. Little did she know the "wonderful/terrible" turns her life was about to take.
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