When you’re 21, 16 doesn’t feel that far away. When you’re 31, 16 feels like a lifetime ago. A few memories stick out to me throughout my high school experience that leave me shaking my head.
Being a hotel manager – When I was in 9th grade I had a guidance counselor named Ms. Young who was actually old. When she asked me what I liked for some inexplicable reason I told her that I thought managing a hotel was a cool idea. Oddly specific but she ran with it. Every subsequent time I saw her she’d ask me if I wanted to learn how to manage a hotel. I can’t even explain where the idea came from let alone my fascination with it. I have a feeling it may have been her dream and she projected it on me.
Perfect attendance – Sam wrote about sick days and I kind of can’t believe I never missed a day of school. I didn’t get sick enough to the point of ever missing it. If I was applying to college nowadays I’d talk that up to ridiculous proportions. You looking for someone who will always be there? Shit, I didn’t miss a day of school for 13 years. That’s dedication…Or being an idiot.
Learners and non-learners – My 12th grade English class had one of the most bizarre teacher student interactions that I can remember. The teacher decided that there were some students in the class who didn’t want to learn. She told us to separate the class between non-learners and learners. 3 of us (Phil, Seidmon, and myself) sat in the very back of the class and didn’t do shit for every single class. We would play TI-83 games or go to sleep while the class learned about stupid shit. I ended up getting an A in the class. I’m actually pretty proud of myself for not being a conformist idiot and still working the system effectively. Granted I had already been accepted to college and the class meant nothing to me.