A Look Into the Past
I've been in my room all night going through boxes, trying to minimize the amount boxes and stuff I have inside said boxes that I have been accumulating like a pack rat since elementary school.
Well, I gotta say, I had a great time tonight.
I won't talk too much about elementary and middle school, but I will mention that I found it really sad how I found a small address book with all my friends from 6th grade. All their phone numbers, I'm sure I gave them my number as well. Did I seriously think we would keep in touch? Probably. Its pretty sad really, The last time I saw my two best friends from elementary school was about 2 days after the last day of school. Me and my two friends went bowling. I remember the day pretty well, because it happened to be the day when Shea gave me a gift - one of those annoying little tomagotchi (sp?) nano pet things - everyone agreed they were annoying, and yet everyone wanted one (on a side note, I found my nano pet as well, I need to get some batteries for it). So, after bowling, Shea's dad drove Mark and I home, and I thanked Shea and his dad for the good time, and then I suggested that there would be plenty more outings to come that summer. You've probably assumed (correctly) by now that that was the last time I ever spoke to Shea and Mark. I saw them both one more time though. I saw Shea walk at the Pinole Valley High Graduation in 2003 - He was huge - he always was bigger than anyone in the class - and he had a beard, he pretty much looked sasquatch-like. I saw Mark at the Salesian graduation. I didn't notice either guy until I heard their names when they were called to receive their diplomas. After the address book, I found a picture from the "senior" (aka 6th grade) dance. Me, Shea, and Mark leaning against the wall. That was...well, sweet. So much for not talkin too much about elementary.
Middle School - well I found the strap of my counterfeit G-Shock watch that my friend Patrick got for me in China. It was counterfeit, so I didn't really care too much about it, but it was a gift, and a nice looking watch, so it did mean something to me. Anyway, I was in Mr. Baldzikowski's class - whoowhee, just thinking about his class brings up so many more memories, but i won't even go into those - and this guy, Richard always sat somewhere behind me.
Simply put, Richard was an asshole. Always tryin to start shit, trying to see where I would reach my limit and snap. He was one of those black guys (hold up, let me just cover my back for sayin 'black guys' - I'm not bein racist or prejudice or anything like that, but anyone who has been to a ghetto public school knows damn well what I mean by that term. I'm talkin about those stupid ass 'cuz'-sayin baggy pants dirty talkin good for nothin assholes that start shit just cuz they can. And beleive me, they dont need to be black, there are 'white guys' and 'asian guys' and 'mexican guys' that all fit the same description - and if there was ever any hostility between me and any ethnic group, it was those fucking Mexicans, but I dont have the time or the tears to get into detail with that issue) I wasn't the biggest guy at Adams, but I damn well stood my ground if you pushed me too far. Anyway, Patrick always sat to my right, richard sat behind me to the left.
The watch itself could come off the strap, and because G Shocks were so big, and i was tiny, I prefered using it as a pocket watch. I'd usually put just the actual watch without the strap on the left upper corner of my desk so i could know what time it was.
Well, one day I was talkin to Patrick, and when I turned around my watch was gone. At first i just kinda freaked out, looked on the floor to see if i dropped it, looked around me all over the place, and then looked up. Richard. Big ass smile on his face. I figured it was nothin serious, he was just messin with me as usual. It had to have been Richard, the guy on my left was talkin to the person on his left the whole time, i could see the guy behind me while talking to Patrick, and i dunno who else couldve had good enough reach. So i confronted him. "Yo man..." and continued to explain my reasoning about why I though he took it. He just kept denying it, and then I started to just give up, maybe i even started to doubt my reasoning. Then he crossed the line, "Even if I did take it, you have no proof." I knew for sure that mothafucka took it. I pleaded with him, I practically begged for that peice of shit watch. Then I snapped, got up out of my chair - of course i could do this cuz Mr. Baldzikowski was outside smoking as usual - and cursed him out. He sat there laughing at me, obviously I didn't look very threatening. Patrick calmed me down though, reminding me that it was a crappy watch, and whatever consequences (lose & get ass beaten or win & get in trouble) would not be worth the effort of fighting. It was a horrible feeling. That bastard had stolen from me, and I was powerless against it. And yeah, even though its a pretty sad and angering story, I still feel good remembering it.
Haha, that reminds me of that other time in the hallway when i ran into that one mexican guy that always picked on me. Yup, one of the many guys who made up the Mexican click with which I got along so well with (not the sarcasm). Anyways, this guy would always mess with me, he knew who I was from some other Mexican guy who pointed me out as "that fuckin white guy siempre diciendo que he's mexican." Heh, I shoulda just accepted that they werent gonna accept me, instead just getting myself into deeper shit with them all the time. Anyway, whenever he saw me in the halls he'd push me lightly into the lockers, or he'd try and trip me, or he'd say somethin fucked up, just annoying typical bully stuff. Well, one day after school I was goin thru the side entrance right under Mr. Franz'z class so that I could cut through the school and not have to walk around it to get home. Well guess who happened to be in that same hall way. Its funny, I never even learned that guy's name, and he definitley didn't know mine. Anyway, he said somethin like his usual statements, you know, refering to me as a white son of a bitch or asshole or faggot, yeah, probably faggot. Then he was just like, "how much money you got on you, eh, cmon mang help a brotha out fo i take a brotha out." *snap* What can I say, people sometimes just get me at the wrong times. Instead of taking the stairs up and ignoring him, which would be my usual action in that case, I kept walking. I didn't even think twice about it, I just walked straight towards him. He seemed a bit surprised, but not nearly as surprised as when I grabbed him with both hands on his shirt collar. He was completely in my control. I used all my strength to slam his back and the side of his head into the lockers on the side of the hall. He didnt say a word. I got pretty close to his face, so we were looking eye to eye and said to him without losing eye contact, "stop - fucking with me." Then i pushed him away from me, I turned around and started to go up the stairs to the third floor and towards Mr. Franz's room. It took a bit, but I guess he decided he had to save as much face as he could. He started yellin at me "ey mang, wtf is ur problem! You wanna fight me!? Im gonna kick your ass!" And, you know, everything and anything along those same lines. I wish I hadn't even done anything after that, but i sorta bitched out and looked down on him from where I was a few steps above him. i started yelling back at him. "Wtf are you talkin about bitch, your the one always startin shit. Bitch please, you got me so fuckin mad right now I would fuckin hurt you. bitch bitch bitch etc etc" Things were getting pretty loud and sound carries well in the hallways. Finally, I knew he wasn't gonna do shit...I really wanted him to...I could just tell he was all talk. I ended up just droppin it altogether, "you know what man, I dont fuckin need this shit." I turned around and walked up the stairs, ignoring his final comments. As I made it to the third floor, Mr. Franz was coming towards me. He asked me if I was alright, my face was probably red with anger. I told him the truth, "Yeah, I'm alright, I just needed to stand up for myself."
Anyways, lol, this was supposed to just be about high school really. It was supposed to be about how i missed the good ol days of hanging out with my Branson crew and about all the nostalgia i found tonight while rummaging through old things. But, well, i got caught up in the nostalgia of elementary and middle school first. Oh well i guess, don't worry though, I'm gonna keep writing right after this post, I just wanted to give some of you *cough cough* somethin to read so you dont get mad at me for taking so long.
Well, I gotta say, I had a great time tonight.
I won't talk too much about elementary and middle school, but I will mention that I found it really sad how I found a small address book with all my friends from 6th grade. All their phone numbers, I'm sure I gave them my number as well. Did I seriously think we would keep in touch? Probably. Its pretty sad really, The last time I saw my two best friends from elementary school was about 2 days after the last day of school. Me and my two friends went bowling. I remember the day pretty well, because it happened to be the day when Shea gave me a gift - one of those annoying little tomagotchi (sp?) nano pet things - everyone agreed they were annoying, and yet everyone wanted one (on a side note, I found my nano pet as well, I need to get some batteries for it). So, after bowling, Shea's dad drove Mark and I home, and I thanked Shea and his dad for the good time, and then I suggested that there would be plenty more outings to come that summer. You've probably assumed (correctly) by now that that was the last time I ever spoke to Shea and Mark. I saw them both one more time though. I saw Shea walk at the Pinole Valley High Graduation in 2003 - He was huge - he always was bigger than anyone in the class - and he had a beard, he pretty much looked sasquatch-like. I saw Mark at the Salesian graduation. I didn't notice either guy until I heard their names when they were called to receive their diplomas. After the address book, I found a picture from the "senior" (aka 6th grade) dance. Me, Shea, and Mark leaning against the wall. That was...well, sweet. So much for not talkin too much about elementary.
Middle School - well I found the strap of my counterfeit G-Shock watch that my friend Patrick got for me in China. It was counterfeit, so I didn't really care too much about it, but it was a gift, and a nice looking watch, so it did mean something to me. Anyway, I was in Mr. Baldzikowski's class - whoowhee, just thinking about his class brings up so many more memories, but i won't even go into those - and this guy, Richard always sat somewhere behind me.
Simply put, Richard was an asshole. Always tryin to start shit, trying to see where I would reach my limit and snap. He was one of those black guys (hold up, let me just cover my back for sayin 'black guys' - I'm not bein racist or prejudice or anything like that, but anyone who has been to a ghetto public school knows damn well what I mean by that term. I'm talkin about those stupid ass 'cuz'-sayin baggy pants dirty talkin good for nothin assholes that start shit just cuz they can. And beleive me, they dont need to be black, there are 'white guys' and 'asian guys' and 'mexican guys' that all fit the same description - and if there was ever any hostility between me and any ethnic group, it was those fucking Mexicans, but I dont have the time or the tears to get into detail with that issue) I wasn't the biggest guy at Adams, but I damn well stood my ground if you pushed me too far. Anyway, Patrick always sat to my right, richard sat behind me to the left.
The watch itself could come off the strap, and because G Shocks were so big, and i was tiny, I prefered using it as a pocket watch. I'd usually put just the actual watch without the strap on the left upper corner of my desk so i could know what time it was.
Well, one day I was talkin to Patrick, and when I turned around my watch was gone. At first i just kinda freaked out, looked on the floor to see if i dropped it, looked around me all over the place, and then looked up. Richard. Big ass smile on his face. I figured it was nothin serious, he was just messin with me as usual. It had to have been Richard, the guy on my left was talkin to the person on his left the whole time, i could see the guy behind me while talking to Patrick, and i dunno who else couldve had good enough reach. So i confronted him. "Yo man..." and continued to explain my reasoning about why I though he took it. He just kept denying it, and then I started to just give up, maybe i even started to doubt my reasoning. Then he crossed the line, "Even if I did take it, you have no proof." I knew for sure that mothafucka took it. I pleaded with him, I practically begged for that peice of shit watch. Then I snapped, got up out of my chair - of course i could do this cuz Mr. Baldzikowski was outside smoking as usual - and cursed him out. He sat there laughing at me, obviously I didn't look very threatening. Patrick calmed me down though, reminding me that it was a crappy watch, and whatever consequences (lose & get ass beaten or win & get in trouble) would not be worth the effort of fighting. It was a horrible feeling. That bastard had stolen from me, and I was powerless against it. And yeah, even though its a pretty sad and angering story, I still feel good remembering it.
Haha, that reminds me of that other time in the hallway when i ran into that one mexican guy that always picked on me. Yup, one of the many guys who made up the Mexican click with which I got along so well with (not the sarcasm). Anyways, this guy would always mess with me, he knew who I was from some other Mexican guy who pointed me out as "that fuckin white guy siempre diciendo que he's mexican." Heh, I shoulda just accepted that they werent gonna accept me, instead just getting myself into deeper shit with them all the time. Anyway, whenever he saw me in the halls he'd push me lightly into the lockers, or he'd try and trip me, or he'd say somethin fucked up, just annoying typical bully stuff. Well, one day after school I was goin thru the side entrance right under Mr. Franz'z class so that I could cut through the school and not have to walk around it to get home. Well guess who happened to be in that same hall way. Its funny, I never even learned that guy's name, and he definitley didn't know mine. Anyway, he said somethin like his usual statements, you know, refering to me as a white son of a bitch or asshole or faggot, yeah, probably faggot. Then he was just like, "how much money you got on you, eh, cmon mang help a brotha out fo i take a brotha out." *snap* What can I say, people sometimes just get me at the wrong times. Instead of taking the stairs up and ignoring him, which would be my usual action in that case, I kept walking. I didn't even think twice about it, I just walked straight towards him. He seemed a bit surprised, but not nearly as surprised as when I grabbed him with both hands on his shirt collar. He was completely in my control. I used all my strength to slam his back and the side of his head into the lockers on the side of the hall. He didnt say a word. I got pretty close to his face, so we were looking eye to eye and said to him without losing eye contact, "stop - fucking with me." Then i pushed him away from me, I turned around and started to go up the stairs to the third floor and towards Mr. Franz's room. It took a bit, but I guess he decided he had to save as much face as he could. He started yellin at me "ey mang, wtf is ur problem! You wanna fight me!? Im gonna kick your ass!" And, you know, everything and anything along those same lines. I wish I hadn't even done anything after that, but i sorta bitched out and looked down on him from where I was a few steps above him. i started yelling back at him. "Wtf are you talkin about bitch, your the one always startin shit. Bitch please, you got me so fuckin mad right now I would fuckin hurt you. bitch bitch bitch etc etc" Things were getting pretty loud and sound carries well in the hallways. Finally, I knew he wasn't gonna do shit...I really wanted him to...I could just tell he was all talk. I ended up just droppin it altogether, "you know what man, I dont fuckin need this shit." I turned around and walked up the stairs, ignoring his final comments. As I made it to the third floor, Mr. Franz was coming towards me. He asked me if I was alright, my face was probably red with anger. I told him the truth, "Yeah, I'm alright, I just needed to stand up for myself."
Anyways, lol, this was supposed to just be about high school really. It was supposed to be about how i missed the good ol days of hanging out with my Branson crew and about all the nostalgia i found tonight while rummaging through old things. But, well, i got caught up in the nostalgia of elementary and middle school first. Oh well i guess, don't worry though, I'm gonna keep writing right after this post, I just wanted to give some of you *cough cough* somethin to read so you dont get mad at me for taking so long.