High School's Over.. Fuck You!
I decided that I wouldn't be cliché and post on Senior's Last Day about all the memories and bullshit that was school. I think now is a good time to post, I've got a clear head.
I'm glad I'm done with school. I see a lot of people that are being held back, and for the most part, I'm glad they most of them are. The last 8 years, until November, have been an endless hell. A lot of people really don't know me, even if they think they do. They don't understand why I would walk emotionless through the halls, with my fists clenched, then sit in the back of the room pretending to care. They don't know why I sat alone so many nights when I could have gone out and had a good time.
You don't know who I am, or what I am.
I wasn't in the Senior Video, not even in the background of some shot. This doesn't bother me, I'd rather not be known at that place. Most of the Senior class thought I was a Sophomore or a Junior, even the ones that I went to Angell and Anderson with.
Want some school memories? Sure, why the hell not.
Angell School... the best 6 consecutive years of my life to date... Ordered as I think of them
Careless recesses playing tag, 4-square, or 2-Hand touch football. Fill in the blank mathmatics. In-class Birthday parties. Losing my first tooth in 2nd grade. Winning the Bagel-On-A-String contest. Spin the Bottle. Truth or Dare. Getting repremeanded for making a pistol out of those big LEGO-type blocks. Justin Nickels moving away. The letter people. The [b]real[/b] people. My Double-Dare birthday party. Tee-Ball. Little-League baseball. Learning those first swear words. Burning ants with a magnifying glass.
Elementary school is really one of the few times I'd like to remember. Middle School was a horrible time. Little do most know, I attempted suicide in 7th grade. I don't want to re-open that can of worms again. All of Middle School was hell-ridden. All of my friends had abandoned me and changed. I changed by not changing at all, and somehow that made me an outcast.
A good life really didn't start until 2003. Tami and I begun dating January 10, although our first kiss was December 31. She is an amazing person, and my savior. Everything I am, I owe to her. FIRST this year has been better than every other year, because of Team 470, Ypsilanti. Now I can put all of the bullshit behind me and move on to a happy (or at least, happier) life. I start work tomarrow morning at Comau Pico, not quite my "dream job" but it's an internship into what I really want to do later in life. I'm looking forward (heh, imagine that, me.. looking forward to something) to spending this summer working and being with Tami.
In conclusion... to all of you that made my days filled with sadness and hate... Fuck You! To everyone else, thanks.. it's been.. interesting. To Tami, I love you.
I'm glad I'm done with school. I see a lot of people that are being held back, and for the most part, I'm glad they most of them are. The last 8 years, until November, have been an endless hell. A lot of people really don't know me, even if they think they do. They don't understand why I would walk emotionless through the halls, with my fists clenched, then sit in the back of the room pretending to care. They don't know why I sat alone so many nights when I could have gone out and had a good time.
You don't know who I am, or what I am.
I wasn't in the Senior Video, not even in the background of some shot. This doesn't bother me, I'd rather not be known at that place. Most of the Senior class thought I was a Sophomore or a Junior, even the ones that I went to Angell and Anderson with.
Want some school memories? Sure, why the hell not.
Angell School... the best 6 consecutive years of my life to date... Ordered as I think of them
Careless recesses playing tag, 4-square, or 2-Hand touch football. Fill in the blank mathmatics. In-class Birthday parties. Losing my first tooth in 2nd grade. Winning the Bagel-On-A-String contest. Spin the Bottle. Truth or Dare. Getting repremeanded for making a pistol out of those big LEGO-type blocks. Justin Nickels moving away. The letter people. The [b]real[/b] people. My Double-Dare birthday party. Tee-Ball. Little-League baseball. Learning those first swear words. Burning ants with a magnifying glass.
Elementary school is really one of the few times I'd like to remember. Middle School was a horrible time. Little do most know, I attempted suicide in 7th grade. I don't want to re-open that can of worms again. All of Middle School was hell-ridden. All of my friends had abandoned me and changed. I changed by not changing at all, and somehow that made me an outcast.
A good life really didn't start until 2003. Tami and I begun dating January 10, although our first kiss was December 31. She is an amazing person, and my savior. Everything I am, I owe to her. FIRST this year has been better than every other year, because of Team 470, Ypsilanti. Now I can put all of the bullshit behind me and move on to a happy (or at least, happier) life. I start work tomarrow morning at Comau Pico, not quite my "dream job" but it's an internship into what I really want to do later in life. I'm looking forward (heh, imagine that, me.. looking forward to something) to spending this summer working and being with Tami.
In conclusion... to all of you that made my days filled with sadness and hate... Fuck You! To everyone else, thanks.. it's been.. interesting. To Tami, I love you.