So I asked a lot of people, directly and indirectly, “What should I blog about next?”
I wasn’t feeling any of them, honestly.
Right now, it’s 4:20 in the morning (oh jeez), and for the last four hours, I’ve been thinking about high school.
“… You’re f***ing insane, Josh. High school sucked.”
Well, it did, but that’s no reason not to talk about it.
Some parts were pretty wicked awesome.
Cliche -> Who I was going into high school and who I was coming out are two completely different people.
But it’s the truth.
Now that I’m farther away from it and the people involved, I guess I could shed some light or something or something.
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- I learned how to type freshman year in Mrs. Rucks’ Computer Literacy class… Most useful class in the history of classes, only because of the typing.
- I had a crush on basically every girl in the Gifted class earlier on, and considered the men in the class the closest to my equals in the entire school. Epic class.
- Every teacher kinda sucked in their own way, but some sucked less than others.
- I can’t believe how stupid my Pop-Up Video presentation for U.S. History was. Jeez.
- The way that my guidance counselor could not keep his eyes open, just constantly blinking strangely, still creeps me out.
- Alli was my first girlfriend of all time, sophomore year. (WHAT NO WAY) That explains a lot, doesn’t it? (YES IT DOES YOU WERE AWFUL) I know. It gets worse. First kiss, too. (WHAT?!?! JESUS, JOSH) I know, right? I was ridiculously awkward throughout the entire relationship. But I was crazy in love with that chick. I don’t know why she stuck with me more than a week. (DUDE.) I know. Don’t worry, it’s okay, she broke up with me like a day or two after prom and then went to another prom with some gorilla-looking guy two weeks later. (YOU DESERVED IT YOU’RE AN AWFUL BOYFRIEND) I know, man. lol
- Speaking of which, it felt like every single one of her closest friends did not want me dating her, and it was just awful how they treated me. Seriously. They were nice at first, but towards the end… Jeez.
- I met my best friend of all time, Mike… Uh… Through Kuljot. And I met Kuljot… Uh… I think through Eric. And I met Eric… Ah. We were science partners in 8th grade. There ya go. Throw in some gym classes, a government class, volleyball girlfriends, a dented chin with a redhead lover, and some other stuff, and you’ve got an awesome gang of pals. I am really disappointed that it’s hard to stay close with them, but it happens. Mike, Kuljot, Rob, and… Well that’s basically the group. Everyone else I eventually annoyed me.
- I had two groups of friends in high school. My rich friends and my Hanover Park friends. I’m gonna stop using the word “friend,” because it sounds girly. But my HP peoples started out as video games, then became epic basketball games that started out as if I’m better than Kevin or not (his shot went from incredible to “you used to be incredible”), and became “you cannot beat DJ.” I met John, Kevin, and Andy this way. And DJ. And Carlos. And, unfortunately, Randy. And, fortunately, Randy’s mom, who’s awesome.
- I dated Kelly when I wasn’t dating Alli, basically. Turns out, we are just meant to be really, really good friends. Favorite ex of all time. She’s going to read this and make a comment about it to me later.
- At Lions Camp, I spent each year focused on a new girl for the whole week, and that was it. lol. I got better every year, except the one week where the girl was Aubrey. I regret that week with everything in my soul, and that was the worst decision ever in the history of anything to happen ever. Deny, deny, deny it all. However, I did meet Jessica, who’s an awesome person, who, nowadays, is… Uh… In Wisconsin? I dunno.
- I am pretty sure I became the person I am now because of two things: Alli… And Target. Oh, yes, Target. I honestly think that anyone from when I was there that is still there… Needs to move up in life. And yes, I left for shady reasons, but I grew, matured, and developed because of it. Meanwhile, nothing has happened to you people, maybe a two-year degree, and you’re still in a red and khaki uniform? Something’s wrong there. It’s a job for teenagers, retirees, and another category that you don’t want to be in. But anyway, Target introduced me to God. I’ll never forget about one day where I was organizing sugar packets, thinking, “I am organizing sugar packets.” A few weeks later, I was removed from my job for something that everybody did. And now I help people with disabilities with their accommodations. He slams an ugly door and opens a pretty one.
- So, Target. Why is it that every teenage girl who worked there had to be incredibly good-looking? What did I do to earn that? I had the world’s most impossible crushes on Meggan and oh man what’s her name jeez Victoria, that’s it. Man. Also: I am pretty sure my supervisor was the prospector from Toy Story. Also: the infamous Cindy will go down as the worst, meanest, most awful manager in the history of existence. Also: I stole a drink, a pizza, and countless fruit snacks every day. And I don’t feel bad at all. :P
- What else happened… Oh yeah Dan. Dan worked at Target as a cart guy, and invited me to hang out outside of Target. We became best buds. This is where I got a taste of the underworld of high school. We hit on girls at the mall, went to different high schools in Chicagoland, got lost in the south side of Chicago, and… Crashed a car. Yeah. I crashed my mom’s car. The other life changer. That was the last time I ever saw Dan. I met a bunch of people through him.
- I hated senior prom, and I apologize to all the guys who I dragged with me. Misery loves company.
- I stuck into Saw after buying tickets to Zorro, and I almost peed my pants in fear.
- I never really hung around black people, but I didn’t specify to white people, either. It was just random group of people. But I never really vibed with the selection of brothers and sisters at my school. No further comment. I wish I did, kinda, but not really.
- I should’ve shaved my mustache for my senior picture.
- Looking back, I had a snowball’s chance in hell with the ladies I had crushes on. lol. But put my persona into the old me, and I do. Strange feeling.
- Looking back, I regret nothing except that one camp week and senior prom and U.S. History and the “maybe I’m good at basketball, I should go to open gym” thing.
- Looking back, I am further than my idols, and that’s kinda disillusioning.
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That was basically high school.
Junior High?
Don’t even get me started, man.
Posted on May 20, 2010
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