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[pegasus_assert]

This journal will be mostly friends-only, and by 'mostly' I mean that there's a very small chance that at some time I may post a public entry.

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[pegasus_assert]

Which years were you there?

I was #2 in the senior class, would've been #1 if he and Ms. King (who I hope you were fortunate enough to miss out on, as she moved to West Davidson shortly after I graduated) hadn't been trying to dick my GPA out of some weighted points just because they were afraid of what I'd say in my speech.

Carolyn Jones squashed anything mildly controversial I wrote.

He tried to kick most of my friends out, and did kick some of them out. And he was always on at me about losing my identity to a "mob mentality".

He also forced my friend Ozz and her girlfriend at the time to come out to their parents, even though her girlfriend kept pleading against it and ended up in the hospital as a result.

I attacked him with the same swoop as I attacked Plato in this 57-page paper I wrote for a 20-page assignment this semester that just ended. I plan to complete that paper. Even at 57 pages it was incomplete! If you would want to feed this furious philosopher-journalist with some testimony about the fucker, I'd be downright giddy. However, if you don't want to go on the record with stuff or don't want to talk too much about it, I definitely respect that.

Glad you made it through. And cheers to being the hell out of that place.

[lchan]

I graduated '06, after 4 long years of that hellhole. 7 if you count the hellish years of middle school I had to deal with.
And I totally remember you, and probably would have spoken to you or something akin to that had I not been going through my goth hate-the-world years when you were at CDHS. I don't know if you knew her at all, but I was the one that dated Angel Coltrane at one point. Regretfully.

Ms. King was so fucking sour looking all the time. Fortunately I never had to deal with her, but I didn't like her, I can tell you that much. Not that anyone they have now is much better.

I had Jones for AP Eng 4, and let me tell you, she hated me because I spoke my mind and I didn't give a fuck what anyone else had to say about it.

Firquin attempted to make me come out to my parents, but at that point I was already as out as I was gonna be, and I told him as much.

Now, as for the biggest issue I have with him, he attempted to suspend me for writing that newspaper article. Said article was about teachers hating their jobs (which they do) and my opinions on all of it... At that time I was doing an internship at the middle school with the special ed class (God help me) and an art class (again, God help me) and they said I 'compromised' the internship and apparently pissed off my supervisor. Well, fuck her. They tried to fail me for writing it so my parents went to the school board and found out that, legally, they couldn't fail me, and that they had to find me an alternative. So instead I finished my internship outside of school and had a free period during the day. Fine with me. It was a big ordeal at the time - I was extremely pissed off. After it was all and done with, I wrote an article on censorship and they printed it in the paper (I wrote for the Dispatch's FYI page). I'm sure everyone involved knew what I was talking about.

There's probably more to the story, but I'm half asleep right now, ha.

[pegasus_assert]

Ah! The FYI page. I wrote for it, too. Far better than that Sparta-Spirit "newspaper".

Was the art class at the middle school with Donna Caulder? She's made of aspartame and Splenda and has never heard of dada art.

I did know Angel. I think I vaguely remember you. But I can't put a face to you in the hazy memory.

[lchan]

Yeah, the FYI page was kickin'. That is, until all the controversial writers left and the cheerleading, sugary sweet bullshitters moved in. Oh well. What can you do?

The art class I had was with a new teacher who moved in a few years after Caulder retired - but this one was even worse. Gag.

I hope and pray you didn't spend a good amount of time with aforementioned Coltrane, because the girl was a psycho. I have many a reason behind this, but for now I won't go into them. And uhhhh. I tried to blend into the crowd as much as possible while wearing all black and marching around in my Pagan gear.

[pegasus_assert]

I went through a hate-the-world goth phase myself in ninth grade but I never tried to blend into the crowd. Instead I was a confrontational terror who called people fashion victims.

Angel was someone in high school I called a friend. I'll say as much as I gave her a fingerpainting once, which is saying a lot. However if you dated her and had no idea I knew her, then she must not have been the friend to me I thought her to be.

I haven't spoken to her since I graduated. And I believe you when you say you have good reason for thinking her a psycho. Perhaps there are sides of her you saw better than most considering you dated her.

[lchan]

I guess I phrased that wrong. I just didn't like talking to people, mostly because they were all assholes to me in middle school and I didn't feel like dealing with it any more.

Angel was crazy. When she was dating me she was also dating a chick named Ashley that she stayed at the children's home with... Maybe you remember me now. I was pretty much the third wheel the entire time and she cheated on the both of us quite frequently. She's married now, with a kid, still in Lexington.

I haven't spoken to her since she graduated and I don't intend on it, either. I have alot of issues surrounding her.

[pegasus_assert]

I think you arrived at Central too late to see the spectacle of me scaring preps at lunch by counting ominously in German and Finnish and following them while they walked backwards away from me, too scared to turn their back. They thought I was laying curses on them.