One thing I'm especially intrigued by when reading someone else's yearbook inscriptions is the inside jokes. If the quip made it into the yearbook, then you know that joke was important in the relationship, and that's always interesting. Here's the background on a few I found in my earlier yearbooks:
THE CANAL
This is a joke because we were kind of too old for floating by this point.
Floating the canal was essential during childhood summers. You could float the tame irrigation canal that ran through town, OR- you could brave the rapids of the L. Canal. Now this was no common ditch, folks. This was a winding, tumbling, high-speed ride way up on the side of a mountain, so high that the cars below looked like little toys. It was tempting to rock a boulder loose and send it careening down the side of the mountain to try and smash one of those little toy cars, and occasionally a misguided youth would do just that. Try, I mean. VERY DANGEROUS. That could be why they eventually covered the canal, smoothed over the top of it with gravel, and renamed it a "scenic walk." Definitely less appealing to kids.
RED BOOTS
You guys know where this came from! Red Boots...
BUTTONS
I ADORE "Buttons," a girl from my yearbook class, but we definitely started off on the wrong foot. I don't remember why, but there was a distinct dislike between us. Then one day, I just reached out and poked her belly button. I was as surprised as she was, and we both almost lost our lunch laughing about it. Suddenly we were friends, and we called each other "Buttons" forever after.
Tell us about one of your inside jokes! See you in the comments! :) WBS- Jess
Haha beautiful. Inside jokes are the best!
Cheeto: Well, we always would blurt out random things in the middle of class. The teacher didn’t mind, but one time we had a conversation about blowing food out of our sax.
Sax-a-flute: once I played my saxophone like a flute. We’d do that at the beginning of almost every class after marking music with our tuners.
Mr. Mouse-cow: we spelt is name wrong and it looked like mr. mouse-cow. The name stuck.
Our teacher said he made no mistakes and that he was perfect. We turned that against him.
We have to many inside jokes to count! Like how if corona didn’t happen, we would have all given our teacher a reed with our name on it and a…
Hahaha you gotta explain at least ONE of those to me!
I have some band friends. One added a P.S. in my yearbook that only a saxiphone could understand. It was, "P.S. when I get home I am going to shoot cheetos out of my saxiphone! hen make a sax-a-flute! I think Mr. Mouse-cow was lying about being PERFECT. 😉" there was more but I think I'll stop there.