When we had our Senior Play, I could not participate, living out too far to stay after school, so was made the Business Manager for it.
Did the advertising, had the programs printed, painted sets, and when it was time to get furniture from a local store for the set, the Shop Teacher (I took Mechanical drawing from him; first female to do so) let Pat and Jerry use his truck to go with me to select it.
It took us half the afternoon, of course, laughing all the time over silly little things...those were wonderfully idyllic years, compared with today's tense ones.
You know, kids don't always realize at the time that they usually have a choice of building good memories or bad ones, and it has more to do with how they feel about themselves than about race or class. One of the prettiest girls in my class, and one of my best friends, was one of the most popular - and she lived in a mobile home with not a very good home life, but she didn't let that stop her from being the best she could and making friends and getting the most of her education.