Random Thoughts 40 Years After High School

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02 Jan 2016, 10:56 am

2015 has come and gone. It was just one more year that ...

... I did not have to recite the alphabet, the names of the presidents or the state capitals, or the Gettysburg Address to make a teacher happy.

... I did not have to do 50 push-ups, sit-ups, or chin-ups, nor did I have to run laps to make a sadistic, drunken, football coach happy.

... I did not have to worry about how dorky I looked, or who would turn me down for a date.

... I did not have to cram for a test, write a three-page essay, or construct a soda-vinegar volcano.

... I did not have to walk two miles to get beat up, insulted, harassed, stolen from, or stuffed into a locker.

... I did not have to listen to anyone lecture me on me how much my permanent record would affect everything I did for the rest of my life.



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02 Jan 2016, 11:09 am

funny, just looked up the old hs (encyclopedia of same person)
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02 Jan 2016, 11:26 am

I did not have to worry about bieng late for class on the other side of the building because the halls are crowded.

I did not have to hold my pee all day because the bathrooms were not used as intended but were wall to wall marijuana smokers in between periods and lunch and I did not want to a reputation of constantly excusing myself from class.

Related I did not have to worry about the constant sensory hell of reefer and cigarette smoke

I do not have to worry about people ripping my books from me or "accidently" tripping me.

I did not have to worry about people calling me a k*e

I did not have to worry about bieng taught by teaching staff and school system still in shock from the upheavals of the 1960's

Even though they were correct we did not have to be lectured about how apathetic our class was compared to those in the aforementioned 1960's

I did not have to go outside every third and seventh period due to a phoned in bomb threat.

I did not have the now have thankfully outdated attitudes about blacks, gays etc.

I was not automatically judged as a "queer" or "fa***t" because I do not obsess over females.

I did not have to risk my life every morning and afternoon crossing a busy intersection.


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02 Jan 2016, 2:22 pm

Yes, there is much to be thankful for in 2015.

... I did not get rounded up with the "usual suspects" whenever someone's car or locker was broken into.

... My homework was not graded "on the curve", such that I received only a B-minus when I should have received an A.

... I did not get pulled over on suspicion of having stolen the car I was driving.

... No one accused me of being the father of her baby; and I did not have to pay support for some other man's child.

... I did not get banished from WrongPlanet.



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02 Jan 2016, 2:38 pm

Making a soda-vinegar volcano would have been nice. We didn't do that kind of stuff. However, if I'd had to do fifty push-ups in a row first, I'd be dead. I could never do half that many even at my best, and that was when I had a teacher who almost broke my neck. I also felt like I deserved it for not being naturally strong or fit enough.


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