Finished Hish School in July and that was the prelude to my "Summer of '69" (see that other thread lol). I was very much into my athletics "career", went to train at altitude in Morocco and met some of the Moroccan team's guys (notably the greatest miler in the world, i.e. Hicham El Guerrouj). At the end of July a few guys from my class and I went vacationing and we had a total blast (I have to say I regret, to this day, not having hit on some Polish girls who apparently were after me...lmao).
Then in September came University and some serious crush on some chick who turned out to be a b!tch. It took me way too long to get over that and I'm still mad at myself for being that dumb on that occasion.
I think this is about it!