The Past, Pt 1
| May 20th, 2010When I was in highschool I had a penchant for skipping school whenever the mood struck. I get the feeling this accounted for me graduating with a GPA of 2.8 but that also may have been the extreme laziness and desire to snub my nose at authority but either or, I guess. Also, yes, I realize this makes me seem more rebellious than I was – I really wasn’t, I was just a lazy fuck.
More on that later.
I went to this thing called Kent Career/Technical Center. It was basically a glorified career training school that made you pretend briefly you were in college and more responsible than you really were. I’m not quite sure it worked out that way because I spent most of my mornings arguing with teachers, cracking jokes and making loud animal noises that disrupted several classrooms at a time.
It was during this time where a friend of mine, Dan (which yes, lead to some confusion), would ramble on about his girlfriend Jamie. Rambling I think actually is an understatement, I’m fairly sure every conversation included her in some way which was kind of curious when you’re talking about why Windows 2000 is a terrible operating system and several years out of date.
Something that was consistent was that he apparently spoke of me too and wished for the two of us to meet, leading to many of these conversations to head towards “no, I really will bring her in one day so she can see what I’m talking about!” as I made some kind of probably ill-fitting joke. I usually shrugged this off until apparently one day he actually brought her in.
I, of course, was skipping. I was likely at home drinking a Coca-Cola and watching Cartoon Network in my underpants. Brilliant.
I was then mercilessly tormented for my absence the one day he followed through and she appeared.
Well, fuck.
The fact that I retain this particular memory fascinates me. Mostly because I have these ridiculous gaps in my memory that more or less obscure large strides of my life that may or may not have been considered important. This was more or less an exercise in seeing just how much I could recall and if I could phrase it in a way that wasn’t a complete borefest.
I’m going to do this more often.
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