Before we had gone to Hawaii, I had a mad crush on a guy named Robbie. Robbie was very cute and in many of my classes. I continuously acted stupid to get his attention. But while we were in Hawaii, Robbie had gotten himself in trouble by being the driver of a car of a liquor store holdup and killing. Robbie had been sent off to juvenile detention camp.
Once we came home I kept my ear open to find out if Robbie was out of camp or not, and if he was going to return to our school. Rumors swirled, but most of what I heard was gossip. I went out with a few boys in my class once we returned, but I really didn't like any of them more than as friends. So I would daydream about Elvis, Kookie or Ricky Nelson and wish that I could find a boy like one of them.
Then, in January 1959, a new boy registered for school. It didn't take me long to find out it was my old flame Robbie's older brother. Once I saw him, I decided I had to figure out a way to meet him. I was concentrating in double time trying to figure out a way to meet this gorgeous guy.
As I plotted to meet Troy, I transferred out of one of my classes into a fashion art class. I had always wanted to be a fashion designer, and so I decided to try this class. I was only in the class for two days when another new student arrived in the art class. It was Troy, and I was finally able to stop plotting how to meet him. He was in my class. I was in heaven.