I recently got an invite to my\u00a0twenty-year high school reunion.<\/p>\n
Twenty.<\/p>\n
Twenty fucking years.<\/em><\/p>\n Jesus.<\/p>\n So, since high school has been on my mind for the past few days, I figured I might as well write a post about it.<\/p>\n I liked high school. I think I might have actually loved it a little. Yes, you heard me right.<\/p>\n The actual lessons were always easy. I'm intelligent and a quick study; I was in a special program where I did intensive science classes for the last three years (bio-chem, intro genetics, college-level physics and gen chem), and I was tutoring advanced math. \u00a0My English classes were largely Latin courses and Shakespeare. \u00a0I was my art teacher's favourite student. I was on the honour roll. I won a bunch of awards at graduation.<\/p>\n I also held the record for the most absences in a\u00a0year. Two years in a row. I was constantly in detention... mostly for creating mayhem. I was suspended. I was put on academic probation. I had to see a guidance counsellor twice a week for the last two years of school. Why? Because all my report cards said approximately the same thing:<\/p>\n Brilliant student when motivated. Does not play well with others.<\/em><\/p>\n When watching The Breakfast Club,\u00a0<\/em>someone asked me who I was in high school, I said: \"Why do I have to pick?\"<\/p>\n Death metal t-shirts, ripped jeans one day. Three-piece pinstripe suit the next. In the chess club and on the yearbook team. Organizer of fights off school property where I also acted as bookie. Was nominated to position of\u00a0Peer Counsellor* for my grade and interviewed by a newspaper. Chronic stoner\u00a0that\u00a0helped to run acid and hash through the school.<\/p>\n I was suspended and forced to come into school over a holiday\u00a0once, but the principal gave me the keys to the school so I could go work in the dark room instead of sitting in her office.<\/p>\n I wasn't popular, no, but I got along with a lot of people.<\/p>\n I was either a teacher's favourite student or their worst nightmare.<\/p>\n I got away with so much shit.<\/p>\n I had fun<\/em>.<\/p>\n I tend not to remember the bad parts.<\/p>\n It was a time when I had no responsibility other than getting my school work done... the rest of the time was a barrel of laughs. So many good memories.<\/p>\n Getting stoned and skipping class to trip in the woods where I told ghost stories.<\/p>\n Hanging out with my friends, smoking our cigarettes, thinking were were all that.<\/p>\n All the art projects... plus getting really stoned and watching The Wall<\/em>\u00a0in art class.<\/p>\n Drunken school dances with furtive fondling.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But...\u00a0am I going to my reunion?<\/p>\n No. I'm not interested. I'd like to leave the happy memories where they are... anyone that I wanted to stay in contact with, I have on Facebook. I don't get off on talking about work, kids, diseases, mortgages. And, while I got a little nostalgic writing this post, I'm also not one for talking about the Good Old Days\u2122<\/em>. I'm still right in the middle of them...<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n