high school daysSep 24, 2007 by libjpn
Sep 24, 2007, 23:10:48 marbel wrote:
I was teased it primary school and thus tried to please too much in highschool. Eventually I became part of the group of "people that didn't belong to specific groups", and the last few years I really didn't care at all wether I was liked or not. Which made me rather popular in class, a very very strange experience.
My highschool was rather left-wing and most felt that I was too right-wing. I went on to a Polytechnic for commercial economics (marketing plus plus) and was asked, in all seriousness, wether I had problems at home because I was such a radical lefty. No, I hadn't changed any or my idea's in the meantime, so it's just another very strange experience.
It did make me rather rigid in following my own idea's and feelings though; what use is a peer group if they only like you when you don't care? How valid are political preconceptions if they can switch that radically with the same age-group who all come middle class households?
Sep 24, 2007, 23:13:37 marbel wrote:
sorry about the truckload of spelling mistakes.
Sep 24, 2007, 23:21:27 john miller wrote:
At this point in my life, my memories of high school tend to focus on either the extremely good (the fact that I was chosen to give a speech at graduation despite not being in the top five GPA's) or the extremely bad (making a fool of myself at the kissing booth at a fund rasier).
Other memories include my second real love (the first was in 6th grade), failing twice before finally getting my driver's license, finding out that I was not nearly as conservative as my parents, and pciking out a college.
The last is something that I think many people underestimate the importance of. My parents basically told me that college would be my choice, and they would only interject themselves if the cost would be too high. Well, that limited me to some degree, but I look back and wish that I had chosen soem other school. There may be no choice a high schooler makes than that particular one.
My HS years were the first half of the 60's. Political activism was just beginning. I was in school when the news came in about JFK being assassinated and I came close to blows with a student whose first response was "Good, he deserved it."
I just realized that I probably have more memories than I thought so I better stop here.
Sep 24, 2007, 23:23:56 DaveC wrote:
I was actually fortunate to go to a different high school than many of my junior high classmates. My first girlfriend (this was after HS) was a cheerleader and very popular in her HS, plus very funny and smart and the best pussy in the world. I would never have even had a shot at her if she had known me in HS. If there was a senior superlative for "class pariah", I may have led the pack. Even though I was was quite friendly with jocks, nerds, and hippies alike, it was almost embarrassing to be associated with me, I did so many stupid things.
As a matter of fact, I talked to her a few weeks ago, and she asked me "You don't tell your kids about any of the shenanigans we pulled, do you?". And of course my answer was "Oh, hell no! Are you kidding?"
Sep 24, 2007, 23:52:41 DaveC wrote:
God, I hope my wife doesn't peek at my blog.
Sep 25, 2007, 00:08:39 DaveC wrote:
I'll dig an even deeper hole for myself. Looking back, I think that there was no way for GF1 (girlfriend 1) to get through medical school if she continued to associate with me. Now my wife managed to get an MS in library science and a BS in computer science, even though she lived with me. I'm not saying that librarians are not professional or anything, it's just that there is a little more wiggle room for being a degenerate.
Sep 25, 2007, 01:04:13 Jesurgislac wrote:
High school is hell on earth: the one good thing you can say about it is it only lasts six years.
Sep 25, 2007, 01:22:26 John Thullen wrote:
"You don't tell your kids about any of the shenanigans we pulled, do you?"
"Oh hell, no! Are you kidding? I don't talk to anyone about our little secret. Well .. with the exception of the entire viewership of Google, MSN, and Yahoo."
"God, I hope my wife doesn't peek at my blog."
Rule #7 in the healthy marriage manual:
Never simultaneously collect unemployment and muse fondly and out loud about previous cat, if you'll excuse my French.
I have a relative who was reportedly conceived in the stacks. Oddly, he/she/it is not a bibliophile.
Andrew Carnegie was a sly dog, for a robber baron, that is.
I visited a very large university library recently to help my son do some research. I marveled at all of the nooks and crannies, especially the nooks.
Personally, I never had the opportunity (youth is wasted on the young) to have my decimals deweyed and my cards catalogued. Though, I had some wicked naps.
;) I don't know what it is, Dave, but you bring out the devil in me.
Sep 25, 2007, 01:38:12 john miller wrote:
Longed for, but never to be achieved skill:
To make Thullenesque comment about a Thullen comment.
Sep 25, 2007, 01:45:32 DaveC wrote:
I just crawled out of the crawlspace, got some dirt in my eye.
Lesson 1: Always Wear Goggles.
And I walk outside. There is a car going by with a sign on it "Crawlspace Problems? 555-1212".
I shit you not. I believe in karma.
My wife (GF4) knows GF1, we partied with her at her parents vacation place up in the mountains. Also, GF1 gave me her pink T Shirt that had printed on it
with little roses all around the printed part. I passed it along to wife, who was GF4 at the time, and, in turn, she gave it to one of her friends. But the less said the better. One time, wife was talking to daughter about her old boyfriends, and I mentioned GF1 and gave the "Salami, salami, baloney" bow down motion. Talk about stupid mistakes!
Lesson 2: Guys, don't do that. It is a bad idea.
Sep 25, 2007, 04:27:23 marbel wrote:
<i>My parents basically told me that college would be my choice, and they would only interject themselves if the cost would be too high. Well, that limited me to some degree, but I look back and wish that I had chosen soem other school. There may be no choice a high schooler makes than that particular one.</i>
LOL, my (single) mother told me I was crazy to go to college since I had found a well paid job after highschool. Her aid to my student time was that I could come and eat at her place when I didn't have money to buy food (We both lived in Amsterdam)
Sep 26, 2007, 04:11:37 matttbastard wrote:
I was an Marxist atheist at a conservative private Christian high school.
BTW, OT, but we @ Comments From Left Field have undertaken a bit of a charitable endeavour (OCSteve: this one will especially appeal to you.)