I blame high school
Last night, as I was laying in bed, I started thinking about high school. I made a list in my head of all the things I should have learned. Here’s what I came up with:
*The books they made us read were actually pretty interesting. Because I was told I had to read them, I did what any normal teenager full of angst would do: boycott. However, later in life, when people make references to or it’s an answer in a crossword puzzle do I get really peeved at myself.
*The rec center. We had a pretty decent one. I went after school a few times, then sort of petered out. Not to mention I always got those Presidential Fitness Awards. (I know it’s lame to try, but dammit, it was fun to get a patch and called up on stage at the end of the year.) However, looking back, I used to think to myself, “You’re already skinny, why do the work?” Because now I have to work my ass off, stupid! …sigh.
*I was really good at drawing. While I don’t regret choosing the Army over going to Governor’s School for the Arts, in hindsight, I would have been able to make a career out of art far before the Army. Then I just sort of stopped caring about it and totally shut out the idea of going to art school. For that, I’m pretty sure I sold myself short, thinking I could never do well in college.
*Senior year. I so did NOT live it up. Shit, I spent half of it in Pittsburgh, ditching school. I blame this on my best friend Ian who told me that life begins after high school in Oakland. And he was so right. …OK, so I lived up my senior year as a fake freshman in college.
*I worked at Arbys. Sure, they paid 50 cents over the minimum wage, but really? Is it a rule that everyone has to work fast food once in their life? I had to close all the time, so I wouldn’t get home until midnight. Then get up at 7 for school? Whatever. Damn you for teaching me responsibility and ethics of hard work.
*Boyfriends. I dated the same guy for close to 2 years…or more. I really can’t remember. I do know he’s getting married soon, to which I wish him the best of luck. He was a really awesome guy. However, there’s a guy that I always wished I had dated just once while in high school. Even though facebook keeps us all in contact and I can see what he’s like now…gag…still. (However, I did marry the guy I would have NEVER dated in high school. That always makes me giggle.) Also, my first boyfriend from 8th grade is still my good friend today. He was also my favorite guy to make out with on New Years senior year. He’s also GORGEOUS. Good memories.
Oh high school. I’d never want to go back to you, ever. But still, it’s an experience we all have to live through. I’m just glad I survived.