Day 23 - Darcie

Darcie is the reason I know what a Jerry bear is. I don't think she was a dead head exactly, especially since it was 1998 and we were 13. I would have described Darcie as a hippie at the time. She wore tie-dye shirts, but they looked cool, she had long, beaded necklaces, she listened to Dave Matthews Band, The Grateful Dead and the like.

That year, our science teacher had to have some sort of major invasive surgery that kept her out of the classroom nearly all year. It was great. Our sub was really sweet and we took advantage of her. Some days, Kerrie, Liz and I would sit near the front of the class and pretend to pay attention. Some days, I would sit in the back of the class with Darcie and some guys and joke around the whole period. I learned probably every dirty joke in existence that year (which came in handy when I was the new kid in Texas).

I can't remember many times when Darcie wasn't happy. Her smile brightened rooms and her laugh was infectious.