Flashback Friday: Franklin HS c/o 2003

My cousin Lyndsie (who's like a sister!) has "Memory Lane Mondays" on her blog, and they are always fun posts to read. I decided I'd join in with Flashback Fridays!

Today's entry was inspired by some comments I received from my mom regarding my Fathers Day post. Despite my hideous curls for my cheerleading competition, and what looks like a 10 person band in their jeans and t-shirts, Franklin High was quite the high school. Time for reminiscing. Here are some facts about high school and a funny story:

This is the front entrance of Franklin.

• Franklin High is a 5A school
• I was pretty much involved in everything you could be. I was cheerleading captain, senior class president, president of the Youth Leadership Organization, very much involved in Student Council, etc. I don't say this to be a braggadocio, as I know most people have absolutely NO desire to be nearly involved in their high school as I was. Just giving you insight to my HS days.

Here we are at a Pep Rally. Half the school is behind us, the other half in front (well, of those that went to the Pep Rally). I'm there in the middle of the purple circle.

• My graduating class was about 700 (started off close to 1,000)
• FHS excelled in EVERYTHING. Always were district champs, always went far into the play offs in all sports, including cheerleading!! Yes, it's a sport. ESPECIALLY in Texas. And I'll give a shout out to our band since my picture from a couple posts ago does not do them justice. They were an award winning team, as well.



• Everyone wanted to go to Franklin (right, Cliff?? side note: Cliff went to our rival high school down the street). Franklin was fairly new and was one of 2 high schools on the West Side of town (what I like to refer to as the "nice" side of town). The other 28 (literally) high schools were on the other side of town.

So here's a funny story:

After breaking up with a "boyfriend", he said some pretty mean things to me one night (chatting online). Jordan (my brother) happened to see the things he said. Here's the scenario the following morning.

(Jordan in the stairwell at school, unaware I am behind him. Let's give ex-boyfriend the name, Fred. Fred is coming down the stairs, they make eye contact, Jordan begins conversation.)

Jordan: I hear you said some things to my sister last night. You don't talk to girls like that, bro. ESPECIALLY my sister.

Fred: She said things, too, man.

Jordan: I don't care, I want you to apologize to her.

Everyone in the stairs looked down, as they saw shocked Kendal below. Jordan saw me, looked at me, looked at "Fred" and said, "There she is, apologize."

Fred: No way, man.

Jordan: Now.

Fred (head down): Sorry, Kendal.

Jordan: Say it like you mean it.

Fred: Uh, I don't mean it.

Jordan: You're going to pretend like you do.

Fred: (sounding much more sincere, though we know he's totally not) Sorry, Kendal.

Crowd in stairs: "hahaha, YAH!"

Don't feel sorry for "Fred". In normal circumstances, he holds his own. He was just the underclassman standing next to Jordan Brown.

Here is Jordan and me around this time.

Until next Flashback Friday (Cliff and his 1955 Chevy Pick Up Truck)....Peace.