My Coolest Years

Can you uprock? Did you catch the Raising Hell tour in '86? Do you have a "gas face?" Are you ever nostalgic for the Daisy Age? Testify. Did you treat your sneaks to a nightly shoe shine? How many D-batteries did your boom box hold? Give us your B-Boy history. Where goin' old school and there ain't no half steppin'

The only kids who hated sports were the ones with no game. You may have hated the laps, the drills, the early AM practices, and the coach -- but you loved the game. And the fringe benefits (parties, power, popularity) weren't too shabby either. If those glory days were yours, we're listening... Pep was your drug of choice. The Hallways were your red carpet. Every winning game on the field was a story that would go down in your town and school's history. Basically you guys created the kingdom known as high school, and we want in on the rules and regulations that kept you in the "in." You had a play book and you had the practices, but the fact is as a Jock or Cheerleader, you didn't need either. On or off the field, you were the stories that people told over and over. "Guess who so and so is dating"..."Did you see what so and so was wearing"...you were usually setting the trends and creating the drama for others...you were: The Jocks & Cheerleaders.

Everyone likes to be to be treated as an individual. But no one wants to be different in High School. 'Cause you were more different than you could admit at the time? Being in a clique or group could have been difficult. The real question were you getting out there with all the drama or just staying put. Join us for the most agonizing and captivating episode yet.

Nobody gets through high school without feeling like a total loser now and again. But God help you if you were unusually intelligent, gifted in something other than sports, or a little more shy than normal. Remember holding your purse or suitcase a little tighter because you think you might still get booked? Nerd, Geek, Dweeb, there was abuse and there was revenge, but chances are you've won the battle as of today. Most people today want to tell millions they were a geek. We're looking for the TOTAL geek. Locker luggage, Wedgies, Noogies. You name it, we want to hear about it. So, celebrate your high school trauma with us, as all those Jock losers watch from their homes.

Summer camp. Summer school. Summer love. First jobs. Re-inventions. Endless skateboarding, band practice, television watching. All this plus a visit to Disneyland. Is there anything in life as perfect as summer vacation? SPF wasn't the sun level - rather it was Sexy Playing Females with bikinis and sand and tanning...and maybe then you got burned. Was it by the sun, or a summer lover is what we wanna know. Were you stuck in school, a summer job, or just hanging out listening to your summer mixed music tape? No sleepin' in here. It's a classic high school essay, "What I did on my summer vacation." This time you don't have to pick up a pen, come dictate it to us and we'll guarantee you get the "A." Just make sure you tell us the juicy parts from the three months you got, once a year, to rule the world before the autumn bell brought you back to reality.