My classroom antics continued on a daily basis. I wanted the attention of Robbie, whom I considered the cutest guy in school. I had to get the attention of everyone so I wouldn't have to single out Robbie (I couldn't let Robbie know that all of this commotion was for his benefit). In order to get everyone's attention, I simply took over the classroom. The poor teacher would try to gain some control over my antics but I would speak louder and more decisively than he. Robbie definitely noticed me, as did everyone else in the class. With each antic they would laugh and cheer, boosting my confidence and encouraging another more outrageous scene.
My latest escapade involved a photo shoot. In the middle of a lesson which I had already scored an "A" during the previous summer, I decided the answer to the boring repetition of an algebra lesson was a photo shoot. So, as the class became progressively tiring, I climbed up on a chair and began posing my friends for photo's. I had them moving their desks to get a tighter shot, and standing in some humorous poses. I got some great shots, and Robbie even put a flashbulb in each ear for one picture. (Flashbulbs were still rather large in those days, so he resembled a space alien). When the teacher began protesting my stunt, I did what any red blooded American girl would do; I posed him in the picture. He smiled sweetly as I snapped another photo. The other students cheered as I took the photo of the teacher, so I posed him for several more pictures.
I may not have been the prettiest girl in school, or the most popular but every kid in that algebra class knew who I was, especially Robbie. I had developed quite a crush and now I could bring him photographs of himself. On the pretense of letting him know when the photo's were developed, I got his phone number. I'm not sure if Robbie liked me or not, but he was always nice and polite to me.