It’s Memories Monday again and it’s time for someone to dive into their past and share a bit of awesomeness with us. Mandy Hubbard has graciously decided to tell us a fabulous memory that she had from high school. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
One of my fondest memories of High School actually took place miles and miles away. I was a member of FFA (erm, yeah, Future Farmers of America.) and I went each May to the State Conference, which took place at Washington State University. We stayed in dorm rooms, two of us to each room, for a week. It was SO fun, hanging with my friends, staying up late eating candy, and feeling like we were big time college students even though we were only 16. The best part was that schools from all over the state were there– thousands of students. And every dorm room had a telephone, with a simple 5-digit number.
Guys took to writing their numbers on big pieces of paper, and taping it to their windows. So we would randomly call these numbers, and spend hours talking to guys. Since I had been shy forever, this was like… a whole new world. I clicked with one guy in particular, a cowboy who normally lived about two hours from my house. We both rode horses (he competed in rodeos). We hung out a little in person, and then made plans to get together at “The Big Dance.” Yeah, cliched much? Anyway, we went to the dance and it took me awhile to find him, but by the time I did, I made up my mind: I was going to ask him to dance. Gasp!
We’ll pretend that the song we danced to was not Celine Dion’s MY HEART WILL GO ON. It most definitely was not.
The day after the dance, we all piled into the school vans and headed home. On a particularly desolate stretch of road, the van began to make a weird noise. The teacher asked us all to sit up and double-check our seatbelts. I kid you not, about a half-second after the last belt clicked, the front passenger-side wheel fell off. From my vantage point in the back seat, I saw it bouncing across the road.
The van sort of careened out of control for a second, grinding on the axel, sparks flying everywhere. But the teacher, a total champ, guided it to the side of the road.
Once we all stopped freaking out, someone ran down the street and fetched the wheel, and then we all posed in front of the disabled van, broken-off wheel and all.
It was one of those weeks I’ll remember forever. 
That’s sooo funny, Mandy. Thanks for sharing! For those of you who want to know more about Mandy, you can check out her website HERE. She’s got some new stuff out, like her book ‘You Wish’ releasing on the 5th, and you don’t want to miss it! Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for next week’s Memories Monday!
<3Nisha
Sounds like you were very lucky to have a great teacher at the wheel!