Some things I remember:
* Dungeon and Dragons club at lunch time in 8th grade I think (but for the life of me, I cannot recall the name of the gifted program teacher) [Not the only scheme we had to stay inside during lunch period on those cold winter days...]
* Summer Band and walking with Russell to and from school every hot summer day. Russell, remeber the band concert where you had that great part in "Hey Jude"?
* I had a huge crush on Min Park at the end of 6th grade. She moved away that summer. I remained daft and dumb (regarding girls) well into high school.
* Charlie and a few others at my house playing space invaders on my brother's Apple ][ computer and then me going spaz because Charlie slammed the space bar and I freaked out worrying that he might have broken the computer.
* Sneaking my other brother's x-rated movie to Steve's house one afternoon.
* School dances where snowball really meant push-away. :-)
Some post EP moments with fellow Panthers:
* Huge party at my house the summer after our sophomore year. Two kegs of beer (one would have been plenty), Kevin as the DJ, and a bunch of us having a blast. Anyone else remember this? Patia? Eva?
* Jeremy saving my bacon during a final exam senior year (a literature class taught by Mr. LaForge) where, for the only time ever, I had writers block and this was a one or two question, written final exam. I was just sitting for the first 90 minutes starring blankly at the paper. Then out of the blue, a rolled up piece of paper lands on my desk; thrown by Jeremy who was sitting behind me. Whatever words of wisdom were written I do not recall, but it did the trick and after 30 minutes of frantic writing I made the grade. I swear to this day, if it weren't for Jeremy's help, I would hawe turned in a blank final exam. Thanks again Jeremy!
* Talking Steve into going to the senior prom. It's his story to tell if he dares and it was all my fault...
* Running into Jeremy at Hard Rock cafe during our junior or senior year, after hours, alcoholic drinks flowing, and definitely under age!
* Baseball during gym class where I was at bat and Scott was pitching. Scott threw me a good one and was I surprised when I made contact for the first time ever and made it to first before they got the ball in. (Even funnier, I was playing a dads vs. boys game a few weeks ago, and I realized back in the day, hitting was the hard part and running was easy. Now twenty some years later, it's the other way around...)