Sandra Bublitz Grosvenor

Brynlea
Katie
Brady
Case
Tristan
Zyda
Blake
Piper

All four years

Drama
Drill Team
Journalism Staff - Yearbook or paper

3 years of Drill Team; Spring Shows; wet feet in white tennis shoes; blue-blue eyeshadow; 1/2 day the last of my senior year

Only once I think?

Married July of 1979.

Be an attorney
Become and actress

Photography, sew,

I must confess something to my classmates. My high school years are not filled with all of the "warm fuzzy" feelings and memories I see and hear about. And no, I cannot remember 40 Years ago, in Mr/Mrs So-and-so's class, any incidents, etc., Nor do I really care about skipping down memory lane. You see, I moved here in the middle of my freshman year (Christmas Holidays). It was at this time I got angry with my mom and told her this would be my last move. I had learned not to to get close to too many folks because we were likely to wake up on any given morning and move. New town, New school, New start...This is such a nice area, said my mom. "you'll meet new friends..
Well, Being an 'outside' and i didn't have a dad who worked at Dow. AND to top it off, my mom worked for K-mart (35 years) but we made up for most of our visible shortcomings by me having decent grades and never meeting a stranger.

...I digress...

The hardest part of moving from an mid sized OLD Junior to a school the size of B'wood, was fitting in or being accepted. I've never felt so pushed aside andostracized as i did the entire time i attended B'wood. Whenever I tried to ingratiate myself to anon, I was pretty much 'snubbed? by the masses. So...i quit trying. Told myself "F*&k IT!! Stop tring to be everyone's friend. Just be who you are!!

Over the past 35-40 years I have seen several of our classmates and have come to the conclusion that all of the anxiety and yall of the built up hurt from the non-invites to the comments involving my mom... were just life experiences for me to use at a later date when visiting with my kids and other kids when
As i walked into the 35th reunion, my stomach was flip/flopping and my heart could have been used as a fan (it was racing!). I most certainly did NOT expect anybody (except the classmates I run into on a regular basis) to even remember who I was nor the warm reception I received. It was as if I were a long-lost sister/friend/lover/bestie to all who greeted me. I really needed that! What a wonderful time we had. I now feel a familial bond with my classmates and look forward to June's reunion. See ya there!!

There is only one real story that stays with me. I was a sophomore and it was spring. I had just left drill team practice one afternoon and had walked up front to wait for my boyfriend to pick me up. The school was empty and quiet. Once again my boyfriend had forgotten me and I had begun to cry. I was waiting just inside the front doors when Mr. Marcum asked me if everything was okay. I turned to him and burst into tears. Marcum didn't know what to do and was a bit flustered. He asked if I needed to use the phone and Led to one followed by a handful of tissues. About that time my boyfriend showed up. Many years later, I had my youngest at the Peach Point Wildlife refuge. I spotted Mr. Marcum there (he was a volunteer). I walked up to him and and before I could say anything, he said, "Well, Sandra, how have you been?" I was blown away. All those years and all those students, and he remembered ME. WOW! What a wonderful man he was!

Nutshell: married, 2 kids, divorced, married, gained 1 stepkid, moved 3 times, changed carreers 3 times. Life is good!