Ten years (kinda long)

In My Humble Opinion
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Today I finished school. I’ve been at the same one for 10 years. 10 years have gone.

I still remember kindergarden when Shawn and his lackeys kicked me out of the dinosaur hut. I remember going off and crying about it. And then slowly over the years Shawn and his friends became less and less liked. They now sit at the bottom of the popularty ladder. I feel bad for them though.

I remember my first girlfriend in grade 5. I remember he being pushy and hateful the everyone but me. She was very intimidating too me so i tried to avoid her. It set me off dating for another 4 years…

I remember the first fight I ever saw. Two kids (both dolts) just started whailing on eachother in the middle of class. They flew around and knocked over desks.

I remember my first fight. When I beat the crap out of a kid that wouldn’t leave me alone.

I remember having a crush on my best friends girlfriend. I said nothing to him or anyone else for that matter. I just swelled up with envy, and eventually got over it.

I remember when they took out parts of the playground because they were not longer classified as safe. It left it a barren heap of polished wooden logs and metal bars. They even took away the monster truck tires we all loved to play on. I suppose they were tired of us picking them up and roling them towards the fence… They even took out our sleding hill to build yet another soccer field.

I always remember playing behind that hill. The grass was tall enough that you couldn’t see anyone else around. It made for great games of tag, and a effective way to ambush the yucky girls that wandered into our territory. Over the years however the grass got shorter and the girl got less yucky. At least a few of them :smiley: .

I can remember my friend begin bullied by a kid 3 times his size. He would come up behind him and slam him into the lockers. I remember hating that kid. And so one day when he took on his routine of abusing my friend I became fed up. I said: “It’s kind of weird that your always doing that to him. Are you slipping on the floor here or something?” At which point I stepped over to him and tackled him into the lockers. I got up and said: “I guess so” He got back up and shoved me. So I shoved him back then he stumbled under his own weight and fell into the wall. At this point his “friends” began to laugh at him. So he went off crying. He left my friend alone after that.

I can remember my first drama class. When I got cast as one of the lead characters in a play because the teacher believed I could do it. While I wasn’t amazing, I gained a truckload of confidence in myself. I went on to do a lot more drama and extroverted myself. I was no longer worried about what others thought of me.

I remember my science teacher. He always challenged me to learn more. At grade 7 he had me studying wave particle duality plenty of other quantum theory mumbojumbo ;). I remember the first time I outsmarted him. I took the chance to really rub it in. And thus, when I was wrong about something, he did the same.

I remember the laughs. I remember the humor. I try to forget the jokes. I can’t believe I used think they were funny.

My god, 10 years. 10 years, how could it have been this long already? It seems like my life is over, but I think its just begining.

I will miss them. Everyone. Even those that I didn’t get to know as well as I wanted too. They’ve all had an impact. All those people I saw daily, I’ll probably never see some of them again. 10 years… I hope I’ll never forget them.
Wearia

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Turning point. Yes, they do come along with alarmingly increasing frequency.

Well, Wearia, it sounds like you’ve made one of (the early) big ones. Good luck to you on the rest of 'em!

PS. You don’t sound at all like a dolt.

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i remember the first time i outsmarted my H.S. science teacher too…unfortunately i was in college at the time :slight_smile:

no, seriously, i had come back to h.s. at my college’s winter break, and visited his class, they were doing an experiment, I basically theorized on what the outcome of the experiment would be. The class started questioning me on the theoretical aspect of it (it was, basically, roll a ball down a groove, is the speed of the ball dependent on the depth of the groove and why??)

and…heres the cool part…i answered with, not only why, but also ** how things would change if the 3 variables in the experiment changed** and i was proved accurate.

I remember a sledding hill too, half of it was semi steep, the other half was a wicked drop off we called “dead mans hill” (didnt we all have one?) now the steep part is a parking lot.

never got into too many fights. Now that i am older i am afraid to. Karate made me respect the fact that if i get in a fight someone can get hurt. In addition, i was recently assaulted in a drive-by BBgunning (no laughing matter when it penetrates the skin and causes a bleeding wound.) the ** adrenaline ** started to flow. i would hate to get into a fight now, because i know what i was capable of there, if i had caught the people who shot at me. in addition i dont like the feeling of being out of control.

i too was harassed by a fifth grade GF who was mean to everyone but me. we also played games of tag the girl, only in a forest by the kickball field.

but the thing that has CHANGED the most, is every year we had a tiny carnival in a little town in the middle of the county. couldnt have been more than 20 stalls but it was all there, games, candy, rides, etc. Whats more it was in an idyllic valley town, with the perfect country stream running through it (i.e. wide enough that youd get wet crossing it but too shallow to swim in.)

It wasnt the highlight of my life back then, but i miss it the most because its GONE, as in , doesnt happen any more. Plus, the fact that it constitutes, in my adult mind, THE perfect romantic setting, crickets chirping, cool valley stream fit for dangling ones feet in, greasy carny food, and it is NO MORE. oh and the fact that the 10,000 maniacs wrote a song with the same title as the festival didnt hurt either :slight_smile:

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Right now, I’ve just finished middle school (but it’s not much of a transition since the bilingual building I’m in houses every grade from 1 to 12, and we pretty much all know each other). Funny, I’d stumped my science teacher just last month… I’d asked him a hypothetical question about primordial black holes that I was debating with my friend about and he just stared blankly at me.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you just can’t think of your classmates in terms of age, that they just are? I’ve only been in my school for about 7 years and I already feel that way - Nick just might be the attractive teenage jock the other girls swoon over, but to me, he’s the spiky-haired kid I’ve known since third grade (or somewhere thereabouts).

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Phew!

I get that when I see a kid acting tough and trying to be a ladies man. Then I remember how he was the kid that would cry daily because he missed his mom. Or all the time the girls would chase him and kiss him, thus making him cry more.