Checking in the dorms a week early for football 2-a-days. Man was it hot on that practice field, but it was well worth it in the end, I really enjoyed the fun I had playing the game. I can remember making the tackle and hearing my name announced on the stadium loudspeakers. What a rush ! !
I also have memories of all the fun it was to hang out with your buddies watching movies or playing basketball in the gym or just joking around with one another.
The first day of school was cool because you got to meet new people or just check out the new arrivals. I think the place to do all this was in front of the office or at the front doors, everyone played doorman, good place to meet someone new.
The cafeteria where everyone fed their face was a good memorable place, always ate with your Buds and had good friendly dinners. I did a lot of kitchen duty, washing trays and dishes and such, took a lot of takeout to my room in the evening.
Nintendo was the big thing going on in the Reckroom, playing against one another in football, or playing Mario brothers. There were also pool games and a snack bar with plenty of good things for the sweet tooth.
I also remember working off a lot of IDD, made you think, " what was I thinking!", learned to make friends with the people watching us.
Mornings were always a drag, someone would come to your door, turn your light on and say, "Breakfast" and remind you to do your detail, if you didn't do your detail, IDD.
I had a lot of fun at Sequoyah just wish it would've lasted forever, kinda like Peter Pan's Never-never-land.
John Thomas remembers . . .
When a male student walked a girl to the flag pole after school, it didn't go unnoticed. Everyone was well aware of who was involved with whom, whether it be a casual friend, or girlfriend. No one escaped the eyes of all their fellow students. Have a nice day fellow students.
What I remember the most about those cold winters, is running from the boys, they were vicious when it came to the snow. You could not even think about stepping outside or you were bombed with snowballs, during school the last hour teachers would let the girls out 5 or 10 minutes early so we could make back to the dorms safely (LOL). But it was all in fun.
I remember we use to just sit on the wall in front of the dorms an just watch people, and holler at all the guys.
Sitting at the basketball court with someone from the boys dorm blaring their radio from the window, and watching B-ball for hours, playing pool in the Rec Hall, or standing in the long lines to try and get to a Nintendo ( remember those . . .ayeeeee)
I remember standing on the porch of the Rec Hall, and all the boys would come up to ya and say "buy me a pop" including my hubby Bob or as soon as you walked into the school, all the boys would be standing by the doors, and make some comment when you walked in.
Between classes sitting on the heaters or in front of the office chatting with frenz or snaggs ........ ayeeeee, you know who you were.
If I remember anymore I will be sure to send them in. Thanks and keep up the good work, all this makes me wish I was still in school.
Lamont Frazier remembers . . .
Some people don't understand the bond and experience of living on such a small campus;.living with others for 4 years. Everyone knows about everyone. The friendships with other students and faculty.
Sequoyah was a great opportunity for me. I knew a lot of students that went there because they had to; I chose to go there to get out of my abusive home life. I wanted to take advantage of everything Sequoyah had to offer. I did everything they offered. I didn't even go home during the summers.
Isn't it amazing how years later, you long to experience those wonderful times again? I remember fondly, all the guys that started out in the ninth grade with me and stayed all 4 years.
I was not close to all of them. Some were ornery, some kinda nerdy and everywhere else in between. But after 4 years, different as we were in many ways, we quietly looked out for each other. It was something unsaid and unspoken; a special bond if you will.
I have gotten in touch with a few of the 4 year guys and we plan to meet at the Baron Fork creek this summer. I have some land between Proctor and Christie, if you are familiar with that area.
Sometimes I get a whiff of an old familiar smell; where have I smelled this before? Then it hits me;.iIt's the smell of the cleaning solution we used in our mop water. It smells just like Pine-Sol. So Pine-Sol is the only cleaner I use in my kitchen, going on 20 years now.
The smell of the units ... the girls gym where supposedly a girl hung herself after not winning the Miss Sequoyah Pageant ... the smell of gravy at breakfast, served with hard boiled eggs... the old musty smell of Cherokee Hall, where the freshman girls stayed all alone in the rooms below the haunted attic... once and only once, the smell of cool air on top of the water tower... and many other smells that ride the wind; somehow just to me.
I loved Sequoyah and It loved me back. Some of the fondest memories of my life.
Donna Jean Chuculate remembers . . .
I couldn’t believe it ... I finally made it to Sequoyah High School.
I had all these great plans to play basketball because it was something that I loved to do since the third grade. But I had a major setback; to make a long story short, that dream went down the drain.
I couldn’t turn back time, so I had to deal with the situation and move forward with my life. Needless to say, when I returned to school, playing basketball was no longer a priority.
I look back now and realize that I was on the IDD (in-dorm detention) list more than I was outside, when I could have been enjoying extra-curricular activities.
I blame no one but myself for not being a stronger person. But as the old cliché says “If you want to dance, you must pay the fiddler.”
The setback caused me to miss a half-semester of school, but through hard work and perseverance, I was still able to graduate with my friends in the Class of 1981.
I can truthfully say that my going to Sequoyah was a most enjoyable experience. I made a whole lot of new friends and kept the old ones I had from my days at Seneca Indian School.
I hope that any of my friends that visit the alumni webpage, will sign the guestbook.
I am in contact pretty regularly with Cynthia Thomas-Dreadfulwater, Amy NoEar, Tim Jim and Lamont Frazier. I did get an email from Carolyn Flores one time, but that has been a while back. I also see the Drywater girls every now and then.
Donna Jean Chuculate