As teachers, we are often reminded that some of the most valuable lessons students learn in high school aren't the ones we plan for in lessons. A student, for instance, may learn more (in life terms) from a teacher who refuses to accept a late assignment than from one who teaches her how to factor binomials.What have been some of the most important lessons or skills, both curricular and non-curricular, that you have learned in high school? What are some of the moments from the past 4 or 5 years that you think you will be most likely to remember as an adult? Don't forget to be reflective...
I gotta say, in my lifetime, I had a lot of laughs, shits and giggles really. Bumpy roads, good times and the bad times.... I've had it all to be honest. I could also say this for high school, really a lot of hit and miss moments here and there. "Where will this goof start his rant?" would be the first question I assume that the reader will ask. It all began in my meadow, while I was meditating and listening to the crickets chirping before my first day of high school, the time before my first visit to HELL.
Well, actually I am not exactly overjoyed by highschool, but it sure beats living at home, working the fields and raising cattle. I never really cared for school because of F.J. Rutland, the worst school I ever went to, until Mr. Enns showed up, school for me sucked.
I would think that one of my best high school memories would be when I met my best pal, Chris Essig. Second semester, period 2: art class. I walked in and sat down at a table, unaware of what I was going to be forced to do, not sure of how to feel. As the school days passed, I glanced over at a table of people who were laughing and joking around and so I asked myself "Who the hell are those guys?" They were my future friends, but I was such a jerk. I walked over and abused them from time to time because I had nothing better to do. Some I have come to like and some I've come to detest. After countless (three and a half) years, Chris and I have become like two cactus' and one rock, inseperable straight guys, partners in crime. To me, I see Chris as the brother that I could've had, but didn't get, which by saying that would just lead into another story that I might explain at another time.
Another good memory comes in a chain of little, mini memories wrapped up in a series:
Nathan's "emotional" outbursts. From the 10th grade until today, this guy has really flipped out over the stupidest things. There's this one time at a fry truck with me, my friends and Nathan and he bought his food and sits down on this unstable picnic table. Now this table flips over and his food falls on the ground. He starts yelling at us that we should've stopped the table from flipping, but we couldnt because we weren't standing near it. Just between you and me, he has more than his fair share of 'frozen moments'. What I mean by this is that when he's just pissy enough, he stops moving, stops what he's doing and puts his head down..... then dead silence.
-Personal thought here, he reminds me of a cheap, huskier version of Donald Duck.
-Grade 9, Semester 2, Period 4: Gym/Health class-
I made a couple friends in this class: Ed DiMartino and James Murray. This class was rather interesting and scary, especially the health class..... I dread the day about the sperm and whatever flavor it may have (I was told about that, don't tell anybody).
Well, I don't want to say too much, but that's just a sample of what I remember. I will say this now instead of later. Goodbye and enjoy reading!
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