High School

spartan.jpg Some mem­o­ries worth remem­ber­ing from my high school days. This is by no means an exhaus­tive list. Not avail­able in all areas. Void where pro­hib­it­ed.

• My fresh­man year lock­er being next to some smelly guy named Del­bert who was a minor drug deal­er.
• Get­ting frog ichor in my mouth dur­ing dis­sec­tion.
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• Goof­ing off in Mr. Moore’s chem­istry class and Mr. Ben­z’s biol­o­gy class with NeaL and Miller.
• My first high school crush on Decem­ber McIn­tyre in Mr. Havlicek’s alge­bra class.
• Wear­ing togas to school with Miller and Phil and get­ting away with it.
• Infi­nite trips to Rich­mond and the infi­nite shenani­gans that were a part of said trips.
• Get­ting pulled over by the cops for no rea­son time and again.
• Shanan Bun­zen­dahl.
• Sit­ting a a lunch table full of the drop dead­est gor­geous­est girls in school for most of my junior year.
• One-upping myself each week with CHS Today pro­duced goofi­ness.
• Snag­ging the cov­et­ed audio-mix­er posi­tion.
• Being involved in far too many clubs, sports and activ­i­ties.
• Still nev­er hav­ing to do any home­work.
• Skip­ping out on school with a big group of friends to go see Star Wars: The Phan­tom Men­ace, and almost con­vinc­ing my cal­cu­lus teacher to go with us.
• Cross-coun­try away meets.
• Hav­ing my favorite teacher, Mr. Gen­try, tell me I remind­ed him of him when he was young.
• Aca­d­e­m­ic teams.
• The changes that result­ed in me going from some unknown dork my fresh­man year to the dork in the Prom Court my senior year.
• Being a huge nerd with Chuck dur­ing SRT in order to keep sane from the con­stant freak­ing out of the vale­dic­to­ri­an-elect.
• Hav­ing such a good rep­u­ta­tion as a stu­dent that I could wan­der around the halls aim­less­ly, wast­ing time.
• MAD DOG DO GOOD!

9 thoughts on “High School”

  1. Weird!
    Last night I almost called you.
    I was sit­ting on the front porch lis­ten­ing to the high school band prac­tice. Remind­ed me of those good old days.
    I love and miss you.

  3. ah yes. i was think­ing about high school the oth­er day too. its amaz­ing how much can hap­pen in just 4 years. and does­nt 10x400x80x20 sound like a secret code or some­thing. i remem­ber that all too well too. miss the crap out of it. now you got me thinkin and remem­berin. those were the days

  4. Wow,your high school expe­ri­ence is the exact oppo­site of mine. Mine was like this: get up late,wander in wear­ing what­ev­er was on the floor,breeze through class­es with­out acu­tal­ly say­ing a sin­gle word,have my lunch in the library where I would do the home­work I was sup­posed to have done the night before,wander around for the rest of the day,try to stay awake in math,openly fall asleep in Science,go home,putter around,sleep. Rinse and repeat. I invent­ed the word “wall­flower”. Seri­ous­ly.

  6. not a whole lot adam. liv­ing in san fran­cis­co, cal­i­for­nia, vis­it­ing home right now. actu­al­ly my job has had me in san mateo coun­ty, home of the scott peter­son trail, and a place that adver­tis­es itself as hav­ing per­fect weath­er (and it’s no joke). how about your­self? how is “the life”? hoep­ful­ly all is well. the best any­one can hope for. be hap­py.

  7. Heya Adam! Doub told me he googled my name & found this. Neato. I’m on google thanks to you! I’ll always remem­ber our awe­some HS days, and Snoball with you, Katie & Jeff. 🙂 Miss ya! Email me or ‘myspace’ me some­time. 🙂

    Talk to you soon,
    Shanan

  9. wow…i just kin­da stum­bled on to this…google strikes again. it’s nice yr first crush was in my father’s math class, in a class i’m pret­ty sure i was in…the things i could tell you about her would astound you. oh, and del­bert daw­son was the stinky fel­la’s name. more of a addict then a deal­er. and i could guess who you are, but that would take the fun out­ta you telling me.

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