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High School
Feb. 9th, 2009 08:47 pmOkay, fine. Let's see if this entertains.
1. Did you date someone from your school? That would be "no".
2. Did you marry someone from your high school? Also: no.
3. Did you car pool to school? What a singularly uninteresting question. Okay, sure, I carpooled. My friend Steve drove, and I always, always, always made him late. He finally stopped coming, but I still scheduled my morning as if he would show up. I flunked out of my first period typing class for being late eight times in two weeks. This pattern continues today.
4. What kind of car did you have? N/A
5. What kind of car do you have now? A supernaturally reliable 1990 Nissan Pathfinder. Thanks, Marmot!
6. It's Friday night...where WERE you? Drunk. VERY drunk. Or stoned. Or both. Often in the Jack in the Box parking lot, or the back field of Alta Vista Junior High. Or parked on some back road in the Los Gatos hills. We also crashed Saratoga/Los Gatos rich kids' parties a lot. I was a hulking, older-looking teen, and could therefore buy, so we always brought our own booze to these parties, and most times no one cared if we showed up. When the weekend was over, there was a huge evergreen bush at the corner of Baciagalupi and Almond Blossom where we'd stash our unspent bottles. That way, if any future weekend found us broke, we'd drive up, reach into the bush, and pull out... whatever. Shitty gin, shitty vodka, peach schnapps, Rumplemintz, you name it. Anything but beer, which we considered "a waste of room," and flavor didn't matter. So long as it did the job. That bush probably contains bottles to this day. These are actually fonder memories than they sound, and it may come as a surprise to some people, because I'm such a tee-totalling prude these days.
7. It is Friday night...where ARE you now? At home, being a tee-totalling prude. City of Heroes is sometimes maybe involved.
8. What kind of job did you have in high school? I worked illegally at a liquor store, paid three dollars an hour under the table. The owners' teenage son and I pretty much ran everything. I lost the job when the son was murdered and the owners sold the place. I also worked at Winchell's Donuts, a satanically evil job that I hated. I couldn't even look at doughnuts for years afterward. I called out sick one night, and the night baker had to cover for me. He was promptly robbed at shotgun point. I quit after that.
9. What kind of job do you do now? Oh, whatever.
10. Were you a party animal? I didn't think so until I started reading my friends' journals. I guess I kind of was.
11. Were you considered a flirt? I was more of a mock-rapist. Because I was such a doof, and because my ability to score was so very much NEVER a possibility, I was considered "safe" by the girls, who flirted with me shamelessly. It was actually fun, because everyone knew it was never going to go anywhere. I'd grab them from behind and grind my hips into their backsides, and they'd flail their arms around, or act like it was the best they'd ever had. Fucking hilarious, actually.
12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Serious band fag. I played clarinet and bassoon, because of the gayness. It made me.
13. Were you a nerd? I thought so. But then again, everyone thinks so at the time, and I was drunk every night, so what do I know?
14. Did you get suspended or expelled? Yes.
15. Can you sing the fight song? No, even though I marched and played it during every fucking football halftime. The song was called, "Hey All You Longhorns!" which was a generic fight song that our school bought, but when they ordered the sheet music, they forgot to tell the printer what our mascot was. So the sheet music came back titled, "Hey All You (name of team)!"
16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? Monsieur Allen was our French teacher, and he ruled. He would chide students for lack of effort, in a way both subtle and hilarious. He and I, we got each other. On the other hand, Mr. Dauphin was fucking hot. Wrestling coach. Beard. As wide as he was tall.
17. Where did you sit during lunch? With the cool kids. We had no idea at the time, but we were the cool kids. It was unintentional.
18. What was your school's full name? Leigh High School. Fellow graduates include Susan Atkins and Randy Stonehill.
19. When did you graduate? June 1986. Barely. My graduation was in question up until the last couple of weeks of school.
20. What was your school mascot? The Longhorns!
21. If you could go back and do it again, would you? Are you asking this in a "do-overs" or "God, I miss it, I wish I could go back" kind of way? Because yeah, I'd do some stuff differently, sure. But I don't miss it. I don't understand people who do, and I've met lots of them. Can you possibly imagine?
22. Did you have fun at Prom? We got drunk instead.
23. Do you still talk to the person with whom you went to Prom? N/A
24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? God no. Why would I want to do that? I'd just end up apologizing to everyone all night for all the horrible things I said and did. Are we forgetting how ugly a time that was?
25. Do you still talk to people from school? Jeff and Steve. Jeff was my songwriting partner. I've known Steve since kindergarten. Sorry I made you late, Steve.
1. Did you date someone from your school? That would be "no".
2. Did you marry someone from your high school? Also: no.
3. Did you car pool to school? What a singularly uninteresting question. Okay, sure, I carpooled. My friend Steve drove, and I always, always, always made him late. He finally stopped coming, but I still scheduled my morning as if he would show up. I flunked out of my first period typing class for being late eight times in two weeks. This pattern continues today.
4. What kind of car did you have? N/A
5. What kind of car do you have now? A supernaturally reliable 1990 Nissan Pathfinder. Thanks, Marmot!
6. It's Friday night...where WERE you? Drunk. VERY drunk. Or stoned. Or both. Often in the Jack in the Box parking lot, or the back field of Alta Vista Junior High. Or parked on some back road in the Los Gatos hills. We also crashed Saratoga/Los Gatos rich kids' parties a lot. I was a hulking, older-looking teen, and could therefore buy, so we always brought our own booze to these parties, and most times no one cared if we showed up. When the weekend was over, there was a huge evergreen bush at the corner of Baciagalupi and Almond Blossom where we'd stash our unspent bottles. That way, if any future weekend found us broke, we'd drive up, reach into the bush, and pull out... whatever. Shitty gin, shitty vodka, peach schnapps, Rumplemintz, you name it. Anything but beer, which we considered "a waste of room," and flavor didn't matter. So long as it did the job. That bush probably contains bottles to this day. These are actually fonder memories than they sound, and it may come as a surprise to some people, because I'm such a tee-totalling prude these days.
7. It is Friday night...where ARE you now? At home, being a tee-totalling prude. City of Heroes is sometimes maybe involved.
8. What kind of job did you have in high school? I worked illegally at a liquor store, paid three dollars an hour under the table. The owners' teenage son and I pretty much ran everything. I lost the job when the son was murdered and the owners sold the place. I also worked at Winchell's Donuts, a satanically evil job that I hated. I couldn't even look at doughnuts for years afterward. I called out sick one night, and the night baker had to cover for me. He was promptly robbed at shotgun point. I quit after that.
9. What kind of job do you do now? Oh, whatever.
10. Were you a party animal? I didn't think so until I started reading my friends' journals. I guess I kind of was.
11. Were you considered a flirt? I was more of a mock-rapist. Because I was such a doof, and because my ability to score was so very much NEVER a possibility, I was considered "safe" by the girls, who flirted with me shamelessly. It was actually fun, because everyone knew it was never going to go anywhere. I'd grab them from behind and grind my hips into their backsides, and they'd flail their arms around, or act like it was the best they'd ever had. Fucking hilarious, actually.
12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Serious band fag. I played clarinet and bassoon, because of the gayness. It made me.
13. Were you a nerd? I thought so. But then again, everyone thinks so at the time, and I was drunk every night, so what do I know?
14. Did you get suspended or expelled? Yes.
15. Can you sing the fight song? No, even though I marched and played it during every fucking football halftime. The song was called, "Hey All You Longhorns!" which was a generic fight song that our school bought, but when they ordered the sheet music, they forgot to tell the printer what our mascot was. So the sheet music came back titled, "Hey All You (name of team)!"
16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? Monsieur Allen was our French teacher, and he ruled. He would chide students for lack of effort, in a way both subtle and hilarious. He and I, we got each other. On the other hand, Mr. Dauphin was fucking hot. Wrestling coach. Beard. As wide as he was tall.
17. Where did you sit during lunch? With the cool kids. We had no idea at the time, but we were the cool kids. It was unintentional.
18. What was your school's full name? Leigh High School. Fellow graduates include Susan Atkins and Randy Stonehill.
19. When did you graduate? June 1986. Barely. My graduation was in question up until the last couple of weeks of school.
20. What was your school mascot? The Longhorns!
21. If you could go back and do it again, would you? Are you asking this in a "do-overs" or "God, I miss it, I wish I could go back" kind of way? Because yeah, I'd do some stuff differently, sure. But I don't miss it. I don't understand people who do, and I've met lots of them. Can you possibly imagine?
22. Did you have fun at Prom? We got drunk instead.
23. Do you still talk to the person with whom you went to Prom? N/A
24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? God no. Why would I want to do that? I'd just end up apologizing to everyone all night for all the horrible things I said and did. Are we forgetting how ugly a time that was?
25. Do you still talk to people from school? Jeff and Steve. Jeff was my songwriting partner. I've known Steve since kindergarten. Sorry I made you late, Steve.
