It’s funny as I’ve gone through this whole myspace thing. I’ve found some old college friends and other people who I’ve slightly lost touch with. It’s a pretty cool way to get back in touch with people, meet new people or keep in touch with friends.
If I had this in college, it would have been golden.
The one thing I’ve noticed, however, is people listing high schools on their profiles. Now given, if they are just in college or whatever, I understand. But hey, maybe some of these people are proud of the high school they went to or maybe they still feel connected. Heck, some people probably love reliving those memories.
So all that got me to thinking back to high school. Memories of walking down the halls, playing some sports and anything else. Then it really hit me and I realized something.
I fucking hated high school. I really did. I had several teachers and coaches I really liked. Even some administrators. The classes, for the most part, were pretty solid. But everything else? Bah. Fuck that, I hate the memories, which is probably why I never think about it.
I got picked on in high school (as most did) and I wasn’t in the “A crowd.” Sure, I hung out with some of the “A” people as well as the “tweeners” and the “bottom.” I wasn’t one who looked down on people or was jealous of people. I had crushes on girls just like others, I was shy (what a difference time makes!), and I was a bit of a person who didn’t like conflict. Therefore, when I was picked on, I usually walked away. Looking back now, I’m shocked I didn’t do something more extreme.
It’s also why I’m probably more apt to be an asshole to someone now rather than not if put into a situation of conflict. I just refuse to back down anymore.
Seriously though, I graduated high school in 1991. Thankfully, our class wasn’t close so reunions aren’t those every five year bullshit things. We had one at 10 years, which wasn’t too bad. Last I heard, there were plans for a 20-year reunion, which would be still a bunch of years away.
There are a handful of people from my class I do keep in touch with and chat with on a regular basis. There’s others I see and I have no problem speaking with. However, then there’s the fakes. You know — the ones who claim they are so happy to see you, but back in high school, they looked down on you like you were a piece of shit on the bottom of their shoes.
I just hope I’m in a good situation come 20 years. Hell, even if I’m not, I’d like to go back there and piss on most of them.
Man I hated high school. I might hate growing old, but one thing is for sure — every year I age is another year away from that fucking shitty point in my life.
College was a different story. And a different blog entry. 
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