This Journal is Too Negative.
Hopefully, this entry will be a little more positive than past entries. I have other journals, but this one seems to get all the negative posts.
When I was in grade school (grades 5-8) my best friend's name was Scott. Half black, half white. He was probably the coolest kid in class. Our class was about 20-25 students (7 guys), so there wasn't much competition.
When I first got to the school, he and some of the other guys picked on me. I took the punishment, and by November of my first year there, I was running with them. I think it might've been Mischief Night (Devil's Night to some) of my 5th grade year, where I actually earned the respect of my peers while we were out supposed to be vandalising homes.
He got me to try out for the basketball team, which I made - but was a benchwarmer. (I got better.)
By 8th grade, we were cheesy Catholic school versions of Zack and AC from Saved by the Bell. (Or maybe I was Screech.) We were always getting into some sort of stupid trouble at school. We made a substitute teacher cry. We caused an outbreak of spontaneous checker kicking in the hallway.
At some point during our eigth grade year, he did something which prevented him from walking with us during graduation. I was offered the same chance, but turned it down. He ended up going to a different High School, because him mother thought I was a bad influence on him. (I probably should have gone to that High School instead of the one I did go to. But that's neither here nor there. My path is my own.)
My Sophomore year, I was playing JV football, and we lined up against each other on the field. (WR/CB) After that, we never really hung out too much. I mean, I hung out with him once or twice while we were both in college. I think I ran into him once after that. I don't know what he's up to today.
Happy Birthday Scott.
When I was in grade school (grades 5-8) my best friend's name was Scott. Half black, half white. He was probably the coolest kid in class. Our class was about 20-25 students (7 guys), so there wasn't much competition.
When I first got to the school, he and some of the other guys picked on me. I took the punishment, and by November of my first year there, I was running with them. I think it might've been Mischief Night (Devil's Night to some) of my 5th grade year, where I actually earned the respect of my peers while we were out supposed to be vandalising homes.
He got me to try out for the basketball team, which I made - but was a benchwarmer. (I got better.)
By 8th grade, we were cheesy Catholic school versions of Zack and AC from Saved by the Bell. (Or maybe I was Screech.) We were always getting into some sort of stupid trouble at school. We made a substitute teacher cry. We caused an outbreak of spontaneous checker kicking in the hallway.
At some point during our eigth grade year, he did something which prevented him from walking with us during graduation. I was offered the same chance, but turned it down. He ended up going to a different High School, because him mother thought I was a bad influence on him. (I probably should have gone to that High School instead of the one I did go to. But that's neither here nor there. My path is my own.)
My Sophomore year, I was playing JV football, and we lined up against each other on the field. (WR/CB) After that, we never really hung out too much. I mean, I hung out with him once or twice while we were both in college. I think I ran into him once after that. I don't know what he's up to today.
Happy Birthday Scott.