This was a long time ago, but the most popular thing that year was flared skirts and button blouses – with stockings and garterbelts. I often wondered why the boys liked to look at us the way they did – I knew WHY, of course – they were boys, we were girls, and they wanted us; but I could never see that much attractive about a girl. I saw them all the time in gym, naked, running through the gym – and I knew that the boys would have done nearly anything to see us that way; but I couldn’t understand what they saw that was so interesting. I was soon to learn what boys liked in a way that I never thought possible.
As the day approached, I got more and more apprehensive, but I “buried” it, just choosing to think about something else. The exam was to take place on the college campus (it was about 75 miles away), so I bought a bus ticket for the commuter bus that went between our town and the college’s.
I had been briefed over the phone by the school nurse, a Miss Adlequist – she told me, “Amy, you’ll really like the doctor, he’s very nice; and since you’re coming so far, we’ll arrange for you to stay here overnight, and you can be on your way in the morning. It was my first time away. It was also pretty traumatic, thinking about that doctor poking around all over me, but I really wanted to go to that school… “Besides,” I thought, “it’ll probably be fun. I get to play college girl for a day (my bus didn’t leave until the following afternoon), watch the boys, and so on.”
The day finally arrived. I got up, made my bed (Mom made us do that), brushed my teeth, brushed my hair (noting with pleasure that it was getting longer – that was my ambition when I was a youngster – long blonde hair, in a ponytail. The boys always watched “those” girls, and I thought I would get their attention by imitating them).