So, once again, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything new, right? What else is new? Things have been pretty busy, so don’t bitch! With work and wedding plans and trying to watch movies and anime, it’s tough to fit in updating this site that not that many people read! Plus, I do web development all day at work – who wants to come home and sit on the PC trying to entertain you people!
Okay, well that rant is over. I’ve got a couple of high school memories for you today. To see what kind of a freak I was in high school, check out my [url=http://don.oninohana.com/hs/]OHS Doodles page[/url], then read on!
High school was an interesting time for me. I was one of those guys who was definitely a geek, but who could float between the scumbags (the Iron Maiden, smoking, jean jacket set), the dweebs (smart and geeky, but with a sense of style – mostly band people), the jocks (you know these guys) and the nobodies. Sometimes I almost bordered on popular – if I had something to offer thoses guys. I remember when Dungeons & Dragons suddenly gained some popularity among the jocks in Oxford High, I was in great demand. After all, I had been playing D&D for 4 years by then! There was also a short time in high school when people began to find out I had been practicing martial arts. During junior year, some of the football players and myself had an impromptu taijutsu class on the second floor outside the library. It was pretty cool – throwing these guys around.
There was this other time Pete LaPlante and I were coming back from lunch and going to our Chemistry class. It was before the end of lunch period, so there was hardly anyone in the halls. We were doing something stupid – like playing James Bond or something. Pete and I were walking along the empty halls, crouched down and sneaking under the windows in the classroom doors so the teachers wouldn’t see us. When we got to the Chem room, we took turns peeking into the window to see if the teacher was in the class. First, Pete looked in – no teacher. Then I took my turn. As I raised my head up to the bottom of the oblong window, the teacher came into view. And she was looking right at me! I jumped away from the window and took off down the hall. Once we got around the corner, we cracked up. But it was a little weird walking into class and having the teacher look at me like a was some sort of freak. I mean, who does that stuff in high school? We were acting like 10 year-olds!
One of my best memories of high school was punching this kid who was giving me a hard time. We’ll call him Jamie because that was his name. We’re sitting in English class waiting for Mr. Constanzo to come in from talking to his student council members out in the hall (like they did anything important!) and get the class going. As time wears on, students begin to get a little ancy. Jamie comes back to “talk” to me – actually to harass me. He made the mistake of assuming that I wouldn’t counter anything that he did since I had never responded before. You may ask yourself why this was. I have this thing with embarrassment – I always have – but it probably started from not wanting to attract undue attention to myself. What more undue attention is there than standing up to some prick who’s harrassing you for no reason? Anyway, he comes back and he’s playing with his pack of cigarettes. He starts chatting like he’s being friendly and whatnot. Then he asks me if I want a cigarette. I said no, but he starts to try to push it into my mouth. When I look away, he crumples it up and rubs it into my face. For anyone who has never tasted dry tobacco, it tastes like crap! I spit it out – onto Jamie’s shoes and got up to go to the bathroom to wash this crap out of my mouth and Jamie stands in my way. I told him to “get the f**k out of my way” and he stands there – not moving. Then he tried to push me back into my seat – probably thought I was going to tell Mr. Can’t-stand-ya-nose what he had done – not a good move. I sat back down and as Jamie approached my seat, I punched him right in the jaw! It wasn’t a hard punch, but it turned his head and made him step back. I think at that point he knew I was on the edge. Some kids just lose it and keep going, but I held back and walked out of class to the bathroom. When I came back Mr. Constanzo was just coming back in and getting ready to teach his class – which mostly consisted of reviewing the homework he gave us and assigning some new homework. He didn’t ask where I had been. I don’t think I ever really had anymore problems with being picked on after that. Maybe it was because people had a little more respect for me. Maybe it was because we were just getting older and we didn’t pick on each other as much.
Overall, my high school years were pretty boring. I never got into any fights – although I did throw two punches. The one mentioned above and another which I may tell you about some day. It’s hardly worth it, though.