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Any Mouse wrote:

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Oh, okay, I got in.

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 You sound like some teenage boy in the back seat of his daddy's car, getting to third base with his prom date.

I never went to my prom. I passionately hated my school.

I had a good time in middle school (junior high). I expected the string to continue in high school. Well, that didn't happen. The school lost my credits in my freshman year, and by sheer luck, I was able to pass by the skin of my teeth. I had an ******* that made the mistake of trying to bully me my first year. I finally had enough, and literally beat him so bad, they called an ambulance for him. I got suspended for a week for that. I got on the football team, everybody there was cool, until I injured my knee. After I wasn't playing anymore, I couldn't get the time of day. My father was constantly harping because I was at practice, and he had to cut the lawn once in a while. It was cutting into his nap time.  There were so many snobs in school. I never dated any girl from my school. I met a boatload of girls from other schools. I wanted to take elective classes, but I couldn't get my father to sign off on them, because he believed manufacturing was the future of America. I was so bored with classes because I could read the material, and I had it. I would be sitting, waiting for the other students to finally get it, that I wasn't interested in what was being taught, I was already set to move on. I refused to do homework, because my opinion was: "I already gave you *******s six hours of my life. When I go home, I'm rid of you #u<^>$. You're not coming home with me." Admittedly, I loved history and English, so I excelled at those two classes. When I came home, my father was going through some changes, and I became his whipping post. He would come home and just start screaming. After my mom passed away, he went into one of his rages, and he stomped his foot through one of my favorite guitars, breaking the neck on it. Then he tried to get physical. I finally decided I had enough, I slammed him through a wall!! He never got physical again. In fact, he calmed right down and never went off again. In short, I hated the school, most of the students, most of the teachers. And I do mean hate. There were exceptions. I had a few teachers I liked. And a few students I liked. But not too many. I used to play the system against it'self. I cut classes. I would get a detention. Blow that off. Then get suspended for a day. So I would get a day off, where I would be left at home alone. When I walked out of that God forsaken place, I never looked back. The following year, I went out and got my GED, and was so happy. I aced that test. 

As a side note: I was at the Kmart, a couple of years later, and there was a woman in line in front of me. She was paying with her stuff with a check. She mentions to the clerk "I put my maiden name Cheryl ******  on the check, because I'm recently divorced" I looked at her like she was an alien (I had already figured out who she was) and I asked "You're Cheryl *****? What happened to you?" She turned and stalked out of the building, leaving her stuff behind.  To this day, she is/was the biggest snob I've ever met.

 During high school, was such a horrible time of my life. I couldn't find peace. In school, or at home. I used to come home and just lock myself in my room, or a part time jobs after school. During school, my father bought my brother a pickup truck. When my brother wrecked and totaled the truck, my dad went out and bought him a chevy malibu, and a high powered engine for it. I scraped up my own money and bought my own car. My dad frequently took the rotor out of the distributor cap, so the car wouldn't start!!! He never did that to my brother.

 Today, he claims he made some mistakes. Really? Ya think?

What's ironic to me is: I love college. I don't know if it was my attitude or having goals, or that all the students were on equal footing. But I thrived in college. These days, I rarely talk to my father. It's cordial enough, but if I don't talk to him, I don't miss it. My brother and sisters all feel the same. Two of my sisters haven't spoken to him in years. High school taught me one thing, it was how to be independent.

I'd say he does.

I have a friend of mine who's parents did nothing but bicker. They never talked to each other. They talked at each other. When the wife died of ovarian cancer, he seemed to die inside. He just sits at home, waiting to join her. I guess you never know.

Yeah, I see what you guys mean. 

I do think my stepdad would not last long if my mom died first.  My mom is kind of on a different level though.  Sometimes I wonder if she has the capacity to have normal human emotions.

Any Mouse wrote:

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Oh my.  I feel like I know you so much better now.  I guess I would have imagined more of a high-school-football-star life for you.

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 A lot of people have said that to me. There's so much more I could tell you. You'd be surprised.

blueronin wrote:

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Any Mouse wrote:

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Oh my.  I feel like I know you so much better now.  I guess I would have imagined more of a high-school-football-star life for you.

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 A lot of people have said that to me. There's so much more I could tell you. You'd be surprised.

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 I'm not totally surprised though.  I suspected there was more to you.

Yeah, that sounds like what I would expect you to do. 

Have you ever been cheated on? 

How can you tell?

Nope, I can't.

Hush up. Blue!

I hope that some day LC will stop being stuck up, and associate with us again.