This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Friday, May 13, 2005
Have you ever felt inspired? It is a strange feeling brought on by many different variables, for many different reasons. I have been totally inspired today. For all of you who don't know, which is probably everyone. I am not a highschool grad. Yap I know its weak. I accomplish so much everyday, but I do not even have a high school equivalence. To be totally honest with you, it really has never bothered me, and you know what? It still doesn't bother me. Some people who know me well like to poke fun at me "what do you know?" they ask "you haven't even graduated highschool yet!!"
my usual reply is "har har, you are so funny, yes lets make fun of the invalid. har har"
But internally I am like "while you were working your ass off in school for good marks, I was organizing student walk outs, causing shit, and main lining every known 'upper, downer and inbetweener' into the underground drug realm of highschool. Doing this kept the administration on their toes, so all of you 51% students could squeak right through."
My first highschool seemed to like kicking me out. They got some perverse pleasure from kicking me out right before exams started. The first time they pulled this stunt, I was in Gr.10, I had just organized a 'student walk out' to fight for teachers right to teach. A fair amount of people walked right out of class to support their teachers/get stoned. The Administration did not like this, they all came outside, with their mega-phone, demanding that "People return to their classrooms or suspensions would be handed out" These threats didn't seem to work so they handed me the mega-phone and told me "get these people inside or you will seriously regret it"
I took the mega-phone held it up to my lips and chanted "hell no, we wont go" and led the students on a march towards downtown Oak-chill.
Come to think of it, I seriously regret doing that now.
Exams were in a month, I was riding a 79% average, and they kicked me out.
I left the office slamming everydoor I could on the way out, cursing the administration to anyone who would listen, and vowing never to return.
I took the time I had off and used it to further my reading/drug habits. My vacation continued into the next semester and through summer, after which I returned to highschool. I was not proud, I was actually pissed off, but my parents forced me to return to the same school that I had cursed and hated for the past 6 months.
I went through my semester, never changing any of my routines, or patterns. I obtained great marks, but this still wasn't enough for the Administration, they wanted to see me fail, they loved it. They did the same thing to me again, I was removed 1 month before exams. I said "fuck this! I am going to new school."
So I transferred highschool's. I was now at a catholic school where I obtained honor roll in my first semester there. Bio, English, math and world religions. I felt like a new man. A man with highschool credits. I took that summer to celebrate, what a celebration that was.
After the summer I returned back to the catholic highschool to tear through some more courses. But of course, I fucked up. A week into the semester this dude was fighting my brother. I walked up, threw my bro down, and knocked the guys teeth out. Needless to say, I was the kicked out of that school.
This discouraged the shit outta me. I never wanted to see the inside of a class room again.
until now. Now I have been inspired by the spirit of my dead grandmother that haunts my dreams. Telling me that I am a disappointment. So now I must return to highschool( or a highschool like substance) and get my equivalence. So i am off too book my G.E.D test(that is what highschool equivalence is called in canada eh).
thank god for insparation.
PS. this post was way better the first time i wrote it. but blogger sucks and fucking lost it somewhere in the internet.
killed softly at 5/13/2005 09:35:00 AM
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