Memoir
Man, for some reason school today really brought out the nostalgia in me. It made me re-realize something that I've already realized long ago, but haven't paid fair due to.
I really fucking miss last year.
Back then, college wasn't yet a reality. I was still stuck in my little pocket-of-a-life that I'm now watching peel away.
Back then, my view on life wasn't even close to as sordidly nihilistic as it is today.
Back then, Carolanne was always around to joke with. Laura was always around to ridicule. Danielle was always around to chat with. And Jenny was always there to hold my hand.
Back then my most strenuous classes consisted of AP Psych and Academic English. And they were both total bullshit. My teachers last year were so awesome, all of them. Mr. Nugent, Mrs. Santoro, Mr. Minich, Mr. Uliaz, Mann/Alcaro/Gallagher (especially Gallagher)/Dramby, and Mrs. O. We had such a badass time in all those classes. Yes, including Mrs. O's. That was one of the greatest ever since the porn speech.
My classes aren't horrible this year... but they're not the quality of the aforementioned. While I don't want to downplay the friends that I do still have, the halls are still so incredibly empty this year. I'll never need to fear the pain of Carolanne's nipple-twisting or Jenny's side-stabbing again. My study halls are filled with homework, research, reading, and surfing the web rather than talking to Danielle or snuggling with Jenny. Everything is so washed-out, empty and dry this year.
But by the same token, I owe a whole hell of a lot to these guys. Were it not for them and Salon, I don't know where I'd be now... but it'd certainly be somewhere with a lot less to do and far fewer friends. Were it not for them, I'd probably be traversing my senior and last year here idly and to myself, with all my old friends gone away and all the newness of my school worn out. I'd most likely still be hung up over a certain maniacal icy bitch (and not of the babe-in-total-control variety) and largely restricted to lol internet sociology. Which is kind of like riding a single-speed with training wheels on the Tour de France.
I've no doubt in my mind that last year was among the greatest, if not the greatest, of all time, ranking in place with 6th and 8th. 10th grade was incredibly epic, but not exactly joyful. 9th ranks just under 5th and 7th as the worst. Anything before 5th doesn't count. This year will attain its own epic proportions, I'm sure. But for now, last year is the one to be nostalgic about. I miss all you guys who were a part of that, and I'm gonna continue to. Thanks for giving me the time you did, I'll appreciate it for as long as I live.
I really fucking miss last year.
Back then, college wasn't yet a reality. I was still stuck in my little pocket-of-a-life that I'm now watching peel away.
Back then, my view on life wasn't even close to as sordidly nihilistic as it is today.
Back then, Carolanne was always around to joke with. Laura was always around to ridicule. Danielle was always around to chat with. And Jenny was always there to hold my hand.
Back then my most strenuous classes consisted of AP Psych and Academic English. And they were both total bullshit. My teachers last year were so awesome, all of them. Mr. Nugent, Mrs. Santoro, Mr. Minich, Mr. Uliaz, Mann/Alcaro/Gallagher (especially Gallagher)/Dramby, and Mrs. O. We had such a badass time in all those classes. Yes, including Mrs. O's. That was one of the greatest ever since the porn speech.
My classes aren't horrible this year... but they're not the quality of the aforementioned. While I don't want to downplay the friends that I do still have, the halls are still so incredibly empty this year. I'll never need to fear the pain of Carolanne's nipple-twisting or Jenny's side-stabbing again. My study halls are filled with homework, research, reading, and surfing the web rather than talking to Danielle or snuggling with Jenny. Everything is so washed-out, empty and dry this year.
But by the same token, I owe a whole hell of a lot to these guys. Were it not for them and Salon, I don't know where I'd be now... but it'd certainly be somewhere with a lot less to do and far fewer friends. Were it not for them, I'd probably be traversing my senior and last year here idly and to myself, with all my old friends gone away and all the newness of my school worn out. I'd most likely still be hung up over a certain maniacal icy bitch (and not of the babe-in-total-control variety) and largely restricted to lol internet sociology. Which is kind of like riding a single-speed with training wheels on the Tour de France.
I've no doubt in my mind that last year was among the greatest, if not the greatest, of all time, ranking in place with 6th and 8th. 10th grade was incredibly epic, but not exactly joyful. 9th ranks just under 5th and 7th as the worst. Anything before 5th doesn't count. This year will attain its own epic proportions, I'm sure. But for now, last year is the one to be nostalgic about. I miss all you guys who were a part of that, and I'm gonna continue to. Thanks for giving me the time you did, I'll appreciate it for as long as I live.
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