“High School Confidential” by Marty Z
As High School Reunion Week continues, I’ll share with you now, some moderately soul-baring tidbits from my high school years. Be sure to tune in tomorrow, where guest writer Bob (all the way from the Czech Republic), has sent in his entry to close out the week that will guarantee to amuse.
I remember 1995 as the year of Coolio: Gotta gotta get up to get down.
At our graduation that our year, Emmy Lou Harris, the aunt of one of our classmates, sang a song for our graduating class — I’d be a happy camper if I could hear that song again. I don’t remember the tune at all, but I remember liking it.
I distinctly recall having two crushes through high school but that’s all they ever were. I didn’t really know what “love” was and I’ve grown to realize that a “crush” and “love” can be very different animals.
Sometime during junior year, I remember walking into my 1st period, feeling untalkative and unmotivated — then when pressed to talk about what my problem was, I completely broke down crying. That was the morning after I found out my parents were separating.
I rarely ate a balanced lunch in the middle of the day during our 20-something- minute lunch period — it was either juice and a brownie or I’d just have fries. Sometimes just an ice cream sandwich. Not too many great options in an FCPS cafeteria.
I never smoked a cigarette in the high school bathroom and I kind of always wanted to in my later high school years. Thankfully, I don’t smoke anymore and I haven’t had a cigarette or a drag since December of last year.
I skipped class several times to go to McDonald’s, my junior year… in the days when they didn’t barricade all exits and the assistant principal(s) didn’t stand on the roof with binoculars.
I secretly always wanted to do the morning announcements. I think I did part of them once.
I had a hard time adjusting to wearing my bagpack straps on both shoulders after years of wearing it only on one strap.
After waking up naked in a random bed during “Beach Week” after Senior Year, while I still had my curly hair, I was said to have had “two ‘fros”. Up top and down low.
My high school guidance counselor had little to no effect on my life. I don’t even know who my guidance counselor was.
