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OK here I am in Word.
I thought Maximilian J. Pauson was not in school because he replied to a comment so fast at 11 amish. Then I remembered about laptops and/or computer labs in school. Never mind.
Since I have next to no life there days due to perhaps excessive grasshoppering in my youth, I can only write about past follies. I started the bit about the smiting to illustrate denning behavior and generally closed emotional stance. Forget where I left off, but here goes. Upon returning to the city and school, I found a hunky transferee from middle school sitting behind me in English. (I had no middle s., just K-8 and on to hs.) Anyway, within a month I flirted my way into some sort of picnic at night party. Maybe a football or basketball affair (he played both) or fraternity-yes we had them in h s., sort of a way to have cliques and rivalries and exclusiveness while breaking rules [they were not allowed by school]. [Perhaps I should point out that this was a very large school….maybe 3000 students. Stratification of sorts seemed necessary, although that is with hindsight, not a contemporary analysis.]
During said date, we doubled and the other guy drove, we parked. My second time, apparently his first. I remember being aware of sort of teaching while enjoying myself immensely. We had a few more dates and then, all of a sudden, he was going steady. With a good friend. Ultimately, they broke up. We dated again a few times. As you can guess, history repeated itself in this fashion all through high school. He became captain of football team and had other jock honors, went steady with other girls and the chief cheerleader…all that trite stuff…..I worshipped him from afar (I don’t know why……I can’t remember a single conversation we ever had nor having anything at all in common. .I was a teenager, ruled by hormones and longing for acceptance. ) I remained at about the same social status…certainly no jock, lots of music, stage struck with no outlet, in a sorority, but not what I would call ‘popular’ ….no Brain either, chose Spanish over Latin, to my mother’s dismay, never went beyond geometry, which I hated, or Chemistry, which I wasn’t good at-nothing more was required for college prep. Nerddom applied to Physics, Trig, Latin, etc., I didn’t want to be a nerd. No SATs to worry about. I wanted to be popular. I wanted the hunk to want me. I did not want anyone else to know though. That the hunk broke my heart again and again…[for eight years, actually, but that’s another story] That I wanted to be cool. Whatever.
About the time of his first going-steady, when I was still 14, I got my little sister to teach me how to smoke. She was beginning to define herself as ‘NOT my sister,’ ‘the bad, wild one,’ and knew things like how to smoke. And drink. For the sake of HER reputation, she wouldn’t let me smoke in public until I could inhale, drink a glass of water, and only then blow out the smoke. In those days, smoking was cool. --because it was forbidden? And slightly shady….nerds didn’t. But jocks didn’t either. Jocks were not cool, but they were popular. I guess I was also having problems with my mother because I remember wanting to learn how to smoke BECAUSE she had always said, “The day one of my daughters picks up a cigarette is the day she is no longer my daughter.”
I never did become popular. Or cool. Or bad. Or good-I still HAD POTENTIAL. I still DIDN’T LIVE UP TO IT. I never went steady. I never let the hunk or anyone else know how much I yearned for him. I continued being defiant in a wimpy way: I smoked, but my mother didn’t know. I read books that were not on the approved list. Ergo, my book reports were not accepted. I continued dating the hunk between floozies. But I was successful. Because NOBODY ELSE KNEW HOW UNSUCCESSFUL I WAS.
That is one of the reasons why I am not open and admire Cara and Max so much.
OK here I am in Word.
I thought Maximilian J. Pauson was not in school because he replied to a comment so fast at 11 amish. Then I remembered about laptops and/or computer labs in school. Never mind.
Since I have next to no life there days due to perhaps excessive grasshoppering in my youth, I can only write about past follies. I started the bit about the smiting to illustrate denning behavior and generally closed emotional stance. Forget where I left off, but here goes. Upon returning to the city and school, I found a hunky transferee from middle school sitting behind me in English. (I had no middle s., just K-8 and on to hs.) Anyway, within a month I flirted my way into some sort of picnic at night party. Maybe a football or basketball affair (he played both) or fraternity-yes we had them in h s., sort of a way to have cliques and rivalries and exclusiveness while breaking rules [they were not allowed by school]. [Perhaps I should point out that this was a very large school….maybe 3000 students. Stratification of sorts seemed necessary, although that is with hindsight, not a contemporary analysis.]
During said date, we doubled and the other guy drove, we parked. My second time, apparently his first. I remember being aware of sort of teaching while enjoying myself immensely. We had a few more dates and then, all of a sudden, he was going steady. With a good friend. Ultimately, they broke up. We dated again a few times. As you can guess, history repeated itself in this fashion all through high school. He became captain of football team and had other jock honors, went steady with other girls and the chief cheerleader…all that trite stuff…..I worshipped him from afar (I don’t know why……I can’t remember a single conversation we ever had nor having anything at all in common. .I was a teenager, ruled by hormones and longing for acceptance. ) I remained at about the same social status…certainly no jock, lots of music, stage struck with no outlet, in a sorority, but not what I would call ‘popular’ ….no Brain either, chose Spanish over Latin, to my mother’s dismay, never went beyond geometry, which I hated, or Chemistry, which I wasn’t good at-nothing more was required for college prep. Nerddom applied to Physics, Trig, Latin, etc., I didn’t want to be a nerd. No SATs to worry about. I wanted to be popular. I wanted the hunk to want me. I did not want anyone else to know though. That the hunk broke my heart again and again…[for eight years, actually, but that’s another story] That I wanted to be cool. Whatever.
About the time of his first going-steady, when I was still 14, I got my little sister to teach me how to smoke. She was beginning to define herself as ‘NOT my sister,’ ‘the bad, wild one,’ and knew things like how to smoke. And drink. For the sake of HER reputation, she wouldn’t let me smoke in public until I could inhale, drink a glass of water, and only then blow out the smoke. In those days, smoking was cool. --because it was forbidden? And slightly shady….nerds didn’t. But jocks didn’t either. Jocks were not cool, but they were popular. I guess I was also having problems with my mother because I remember wanting to learn how to smoke BECAUSE she had always said, “The day one of my daughters picks up a cigarette is the day she is no longer my daughter.”
I never did become popular. Or cool. Or bad. Or good-I still HAD POTENTIAL. I still DIDN’T LIVE UP TO IT. I never went steady. I never let the hunk or anyone else know how much I yearned for him. I continued being defiant in a wimpy way: I smoked, but my mother didn’t know. I read books that were not on the approved list. Ergo, my book reports were not accepted. I continued dating the hunk between floozies. But I was successful. Because NOBODY ELSE KNEW HOW UNSUCCESSFUL I WAS.
That is one of the reasons why I am not open and admire Cara and Max so much.
OK here I am in Word.
I thought Maximilian J. Pauson was not in school because he replied to a comment so fast at 11 amish. Then I remembered about laptops and/or computer labs in school. Never mind.
Since I have next to no life there days due to perhaps excessive grasshoppering in my youth, I can only write about past follies. I started the bit about the smiting to illustrate denning behavior and generally closed emotional stance. Forget where I left off, but here goes. Upon returning to the city and school, I found a hunky transferee from middle school sitting behind me in English. (I had no middle s., just K-8 and on to hs.) Anyway, within a month I flirted my way into some sort of picnic at night party. Maybe a football or basketball affair (he played both) or fraternity-yes we had them in h s., sort of a way to have cliques and rivalries and exclusiveness while breaking rules [they were not allowed by school]. [Perhaps I should point out that this was a very large school….maybe 3000 students. Stratification of sorts seemed necessary, although that is with hindsight, not a contemporary analysis.]
During said date, we doubled and the other guy drove, we parked. My second time, apparently his first. I remember being aware of sort of teaching while enjoying myself immensely. We had a few more dates and then, all of a sudden, he was going steady. With a good friend. Ultimately, they broke up. We dated again a few times. As you can guess, history repeated itself in this fashion all through high school. He became captain of football team and had other jock honors, went steady with other girls and the chief cheerleader…all that trite stuff…..I worshipped him from afar (I don’t know why……I can’t remember a single conversation we ever had nor having anything at all in common. .I was a teenager, ruled by hormones and longing for acceptance. ) I remained at about the same social status…certainly no jock, lots of music, stage struck with no outlet, in a sorority, but not what I would call ‘popular’ ….no Brain either, chose Spanish over Latin, to my mother’s dismay, never went beyond geometry, which I hated, or Chemistry, which I wasn’t good at-nothing more was required for college prep. Nerddom applied to Physics, Trig, Latin, etc., I didn’t want to be a nerd. No SATs to worry about. I wanted to be popular. I wanted the hunk to want me. I did not want anyone else to know though. That the hunk broke my heart again and again…[for eight years, actually, but that’s another story] That I wanted to be cool. Whatever.
About the time of his first going-steady, when I was still 14, I got my little sister to teach me how to smoke. She was beginning to define herself as ‘NOT my sister,’ ‘the bad, wild one,’ and knew things like how to smoke. And drink. For the sake of HER reputation, she wouldn’t let me smoke in public until I could inhale, drink a glass of water, and only then blow out the smoke. In those days, smoking was cool. --because it was forbidden? And slightly shady….nerds didn’t. But jocks didn’t either. Jocks were not cool, but they were popular. I guess I was also having problems with my mother because I remember wanting to learn how to smoke BECAUSE she had always said, “The day one of my daughters picks up a cigarette is the day she is no longer my daughter.”
I never did become popular. Or cool. Or bad. Or good-I still HAD POTENTIAL. I still DIDN’T LIVE UP TO IT. I never went steady. I never let the hunk or anyone else know how much I yearned for him. I continued being defiant in a wimpy way: I smoked, but my mother didn’t know. I read books that were not on the approved list. Ergo, my book reports were not accepted. I continued dating the hunk between floozies. But I was successful. Because NOBODY ELSE KNEW HOW UNSUCCESSFUL I WAS.
That is one of the reasons why I am not open and admire Cara and Max so much.
I thought Maximilian J. Pauson was not in school because he replied to a comment so fast at 11 amish. Then I remembered about laptops and/or computer labs in school. Never mind.
Since I have next to no life there days due to perhaps excessive grasshoppering in my youth, I can only write about past follies. I started the bit about the smiting to illustrate denning behavior and generally closed emotional stance. Forget where I left off, but here goes. Upon returning to the city and school, I found a hunky transferee from middle school sitting behind me in English. (I had no middle s., just K-8 and on to hs.) Anyway, within a month I flirted my way into some sort of picnic at night party. Maybe a football or basketball affair (he played both) or fraternity-yes we had them in h s., sort of a way to have cliques and rivalries and exclusiveness while breaking rules [they were not allowed by school]. [Perhaps I should point out that this was a very large school….maybe 3000 students. Stratification of sorts seemed necessary, although that is with hindsight, not a contemporary analysis.]
During said date, we doubled and the other guy drove, we parked. My second time, apparently his first. I remember being aware of sort of teaching while enjoying myself immensely. We had a few more dates and then, all of a sudden, he was going steady. With a good friend. Ultimately, they broke up. We dated again a few times. As you can guess, history repeated itself in this fashion all through high school. He became captain of football team and had other jock honors, went steady with other girls and the chief cheerleader…all that trite stuff…..I worshipped him from afar (I don’t know why……I can’t remember a single conversation we ever had nor having anything at all in common. .I was a teenager, ruled by hormones and longing for acceptance. ) I remained at about the same social status…certainly no jock, lots of music, stage struck with no outlet, in a sorority, but not what I would call ‘popular’ ….no Brain either, chose Spanish over Latin, to my mother’s dismay, never went beyond geometry, which I hated, or Chemistry, which I wasn’t good at-nothing more was required for college prep. Nerddom applied to Physics, Trig, Latin, etc., I didn’t want to be a nerd. No SATs to worry about. I wanted to be popular. I wanted the hunk to want me. I did not want anyone else to know though. That the hunk broke my heart again and again…[for eight years, actually, but that’s another story] That I wanted to be cool. Whatever.
About the time of his first going-steady, when I was still 14, I got my little sister to teach me how to smoke. She was beginning to define herself as ‘NOT my sister,’ ‘the bad, wild one,’ and knew things like how to smoke. And drink. For the sake of HER reputation, she wouldn’t let me smoke in public until I could inhale, drink a glass of water, and only then blow out the smoke. In those days, smoking was cool. --because it was forbidden? And slightly shady….nerds didn’t. But jocks didn’t either. Jocks were not cool, but they were popular. I guess I was also having problems with my mother because I remember wanting to learn how to smoke BECAUSE she had always said, “The day one of my daughters picks up a cigarette is the day she is no longer my daughter.”
I never did become popular. Or cool. Or bad. Or good-I still HAD POTENTIAL. I still DIDN’T LIVE UP TO IT. I never went steady. I never let the hunk or anyone else know how much I yearned for him. I continued being defiant in a wimpy way: I smoked, but my mother didn’t know. I read books that were not on the approved list. Ergo, my book reports were not accepted. I continued dating the hunk between floozies. But I was successful. Because NOBODY ELSE KNEW HOW UNSUCCESSFUL I WAS.
That is one of the reasons why I am not open and admire Cara and Max so much.
OK here I am in Word.
I thought Maximilian J. Pauson was not in school because he replied to a comment so fast at 11 amish. Then I remembered about laptops and/or computer labs in school. Never mind.
Since I have next to no life there days due to perhaps excessive grasshoppering in my youth, I can only write about past follies. I started the bit about the smiting to illustrate denning behavior and generally closed emotional stance. Forget where I left off, but here goes. Upon returning to the city and school, I found a hunky transferee from middle school sitting behind me in English. (I had no middle s., just K-8 and on to hs.) Anyway, within a month I flirted my way into some sort of picnic at night party. Maybe a football or basketball affair (he played both) or fraternity-yes we had them in h s., sort of a way to have cliques and rivalries and exclusiveness while breaking rules [they were not allowed by school]. [Perhaps I should point out that this was a very large school….maybe 3000 students. Stratification of sorts seemed necessary, although that is with hindsight, not a contemporary analysis.]
During said date, we doubled and the other guy drove, we parked. My second time, apparently his first. I remember being aware of sort of teaching while enjoying myself immensely. We had a few more dates and then, all of a sudden, he was going steady. With a good friend. Ultimately, they broke up. We dated again a few times. As you can guess, history repeated itself in this fashion all through high school. He became captain of football team and had other jock honors, went steady with other girls and the chief cheerleader…all that trite stuff…..I worshipped him from afar (I don’t know why……I can’t remember a single conversation we ever had nor having anything at all in common. .I was a teenager, ruled by hormones and longing for acceptance. ) I remained at about the same social status…certainly no jock, lots of music, stage struck with no outlet, in a sorority, but not what I would call ‘popular’ ….no Brain either, chose Spanish over Latin, to my mother’s dismay, never went beyond geometry, which I hated, or Chemistry, which I wasn’t good at-nothing more was required for college prep. Nerddom applied to Physics, Trig, Latin, etc., I didn’t want to be a nerd. No SATs to worry about. I wanted to be popular. I wanted the hunk to want me. I did not want anyone else to know though. That the hunk broke my heart again and again…[for eight years, actually, but that’s another story] That I wanted to be cool. Whatever.
About the time of his first going-steady, when I was still 14, I got my little sister to teach me how to smoke. She was beginning to define herself as ‘NOT my sister,’ ‘the bad, wild one,’ and knew things like how to smoke. And drink. For the sake of HER reputation, she wouldn’t let me smoke in public until I could inhale, drink a glass of water, and only then blow out the smoke. In those days, smoking was cool. --because it was forbidden? And slightly shady….nerds didn’t. But jocks didn’t either. Jocks were not cool, but they were popular. I guess I was also having problems with my mother because I remember wanting to learn how to smoke BECAUSE she had always said, “The day one of my daughters picks up a cigarette is the day she is no longer my daughter.”
I never did become popular. Or cool. Or bad. Or good-I still HAD POTENTIAL. I still DIDN’T LIVE UP TO IT. I never went steady. I never let the hunk or anyone else know how much I yearned for him. I continued being defiant in a wimpy way: I smoked, but my mother didn’t know. I read books that were not on the approved list. Ergo, my book reports were not accepted. I continued dating the hunk between floozies. But I was successful. Because NOBODY ELSE KNEW HOW UNSUCCESSFUL I WAS.
That is one of the reasons why I am not open and admire Cara and Max so much.
OK here I am in Word.
I thought Maximilian J. Pauson was not in school because he replied to a comment so fast at 11 amish. Then I remembered about laptops and/or computer labs in school. Never mind.
Since I have next to no life there days due to perhaps excessive grasshoppering in my youth, I can only write about past follies. I started the bit about the smiting to illustrate denning behavior and generally closed emotional stance. Forget where I left off, but here goes. Upon returning to the city and school, I found a hunky transferee from middle school sitting behind me in English. (I had no middle s., just K-8 and on to hs.) Anyway, within a month I flirted my way into some sort of picnic at night party. Maybe a football or basketball affair (he played both) or fraternity-yes we had them in h s., sort of a way to have cliques and rivalries and exclusiveness while breaking rules [they were not allowed by school]. [Perhaps I should point out that this was a very large school….maybe 3000 students. Stratification of sorts seemed necessary, although that is with hindsight, not a contemporary analysis.]
During said date, we doubled and the other guy drove, we parked. My second time, apparently his first. I remember being aware of sort of teaching while enjoying myself immensely. We had a few more dates and then, all of a sudden, he was going steady. With a good friend. Ultimately, they broke up. We dated again a few times. As you can guess, history repeated itself in this fashion all through high school. He became captain of football team and had other jock honors, went steady with other girls and the chief cheerleader…all that trite stuff…..I worshipped him from afar (I don’t know why……I can’t remember a single conversation we ever had nor having anything at all in common. .I was a teenager, ruled by hormones and longing for acceptance. ) I remained at about the same social status…certainly no jock, lots of music, stage struck with no outlet, in a sorority, but not what I would call ‘popular’ ….no Brain either, chose Spanish over Latin, to my mother’s dismay, never went beyond geometry, which I hated, or Chemistry, which I wasn’t good at-nothing more was required for college prep. Nerddom applied to Physics, Trig, Latin, etc., I didn’t want to be a nerd. No SATs to worry about. I wanted to be popular. I wanted the hunk to want me. I did not want anyone else to know though. That the hunk broke my heart again and again…[for eight years, actually, but that’s another story] That I wanted to be cool. Whatever.
About the time of his first going-steady, when I was still 14, I got my little sister to teach me how to smoke. She was beginning to define herself as ‘NOT my sister,’ ‘the bad, wild one,’ and knew things like how to smoke. And drink. For the sake of HER reputation, she wouldn’t let me smoke in public until I could inhale, drink a glass of water, and only then blow out the smoke. In those days, smoking was cool. --because it was forbidden? And slightly shady….nerds didn’t. But jocks didn’t either. Jocks were not cool, but they were popular. I guess I was also having problems with my mother because I remember wanting to learn how to smoke BECAUSE she had always said, “The day one of my daughters picks up a cigarette is the day she is no longer my daughter.”
I never did become popular. Or cool. Or bad. Or good-I still HAD POTENTIAL. I still DIDN’T LIVE UP TO IT. I never went steady. I never let the hunk or anyone else know how much I yearned for him. I continued being defiant in a wimpy way: I smoked, but my mother didn’t know. I read books that were not on the approved list. Ergo, my book reports were not accepted. I continued dating the hunk between floozies. But I was successful. Because NOBODY ELSE KNEW HOW UNSUCCESSFUL I WAS.
That is one of the reasons why I am not open and admire Cara and Max so much.