Post by kim on Jun 26, 2010 14:55:39 GMT -5
For what it's worth, and for the most part, our high school
daze are surely behind us, at least for the majority of the
members here.
It would be interesting to find out just where we positioned
ourselves back then, or at the very least, after having many
years to reflect, just what we now feel as to who we were
back then, and how we saw ourselves during that time.
If you's don't mind, I'll relate my personal info, and NO, it's not long winded...
...It's just the way it was and the way I'd like to relate the
story to anyone that may be inspired to do the same..........
In September of 1973, I entered high school at the age
of 14. I will admit that, being 4'10" tall surely did not make
for any kind of "jock" material. In fact, although my social
maturity was rather well developed, I just couldn't seem
to relate to the other, overly testosterone driven, peers
at the time as I was considered the "runt" of the running
crowd. Thank gawd for a sense of humour!
It wasn't an easy task getting through those first 2 years
and it took the patience of a number of "elder statesmen"
so to speak, which took me under their wing, to keep me
sane on many levels and prevented me from having my arse
kicked on a daily basis.
My main source of survival came from the fact that I was
"fleet of foot" and "sharp of tongue" when it came to wit.
Both of these attributes got me out of many a situations
back then.
A prime example of this was when the High School Christmas
play was seeking out "short" kids for use as "Munchkins" in their adaptation of The Wizard of Oz. A number of senior students had attempted on more than one occasion to haul me in as part of
the cast, only to have me out run them each and every time.
It boiled down to the instinctive "fight or flight" reaction and of course, due to my size then, "FLIGHT" won out. I was small...but Maaaaannnnn...could I run!!!
In a school of approx. 1400 kids, there were only a handfull
of "cute" under the height of 5' dweebs such as myself that
could be had for others fun and pleasure...and I'm talking maybe 5 to 10 of us!!!!!!......hahahaha.
In 75' as I finished grade 10...or "10th grade" as the rest of the world calls it, I found myself in the company of an older, more easier going crowd, ones that would graduate Grade 13 a year later. Pot was a big thing with them and as they turned me onto it...I slowly developed a much calmer attitude towards life in general as a 15 year old. Not that I was f**ked up to any degree or anything by smoking the shit...but it just kind of put a lot
of things into perspective at the time...and I'm sure many here
can attest to that degree of enlightment, once under the
influence of such a...such a...HELP ME OUT HERE TREXX!!!...hahaha (Trexx understands).
That, combined with the fact that I finally hit full puberty,
albeit late in years at the age of 16, and grew into the size 10 shoes that I now wear, certainly helped my situation. Surprisingly, my grades also got better and I also became a lot more physical in my extra curricular activities. Late bloomer?
Playing hockey in the winter was the best! and Cycling in the summer was next to heaven and with the friends I hung with,
and found myself having a great time!
There was a lull however, from Sept. of 77' to Sept. of 78' when I found myself living alone, on Welfare, and trying to complete my Grade 12 auto mechanics course...and all of the friends I had were out of town and in college or university. Living on my own at the age of 17-18 on $158.00 a month was not fun...BUT!!! It was a life lesson and has served me well ever since.
Interesting to note as well, was the fact that during those
last few months of high school, I was invited by a girl that
had a crush on me, to be a part of their "team" in a
school sports event.
I had never been a part of any team and was somewhat
apprehensive to partake in the ordeal to begin with...
yet once we began to play, found myself quite capable
of competing and performing.
Back then, the rules were simple...keep playing until you win! As server during our volleyball game, I served up "15" NO returns in one round" to win the game. Then came the "Borden Ball" match...I scored 3 goals in the first shift...against one of the schools top players no less?
Call me reeeeeally crazy, but after that game, I opted out for the rest of the tournament...It just didn't make any sense to me at the time???
I guess it all came down to finally garnering some much needed
confidence?...yet it confused the shit out of me???
I digress... and I have to say that I can't really put myself in any one of the categories above, and it really doesn't bother
me that I can't...in fact, I'm glad that my situation was one
of an otherwise different set of circumstances.
It's nice to know that a person can sometimes consider themselves as an individual, totally separate from the tags and
labels that we tend to be pigeonholed into.
I'd much rather be the person I am now, content and happy
with who I am and what I was, instead of being someone that
had their "glory days" as a teenager, and is either wishing that
they can go back or is ridiculously trying to relive them now.
I know Rick has some great stories...and I also know that
Bucky has some really great stories...love to have them share them with the rest of us here...and of course...would really look forward to hearing from the rest of the gang here...
Now's the chance to spill it...you only live once...ain't no
going back.
How was it for you?
Thanks
Kim
daze are surely behind us, at least for the majority of the
members here.
It would be interesting to find out just where we positioned
ourselves back then, or at the very least, after having many
years to reflect, just what we now feel as to who we were
back then, and how we saw ourselves during that time.
If you's don't mind, I'll relate my personal info, and NO, it's not long winded...
...It's just the way it was and the way I'd like to relate the
story to anyone that may be inspired to do the same..........
In September of 1973, I entered high school at the age
of 14. I will admit that, being 4'10" tall surely did not make
for any kind of "jock" material. In fact, although my social
maturity was rather well developed, I just couldn't seem
to relate to the other, overly testosterone driven, peers
at the time as I was considered the "runt" of the running
crowd. Thank gawd for a sense of humour!
It wasn't an easy task getting through those first 2 years
and it took the patience of a number of "elder statesmen"
so to speak, which took me under their wing, to keep me
sane on many levels and prevented me from having my arse
kicked on a daily basis.
My main source of survival came from the fact that I was
"fleet of foot" and "sharp of tongue" when it came to wit.
Both of these attributes got me out of many a situations
back then.
A prime example of this was when the High School Christmas
play was seeking out "short" kids for use as "Munchkins" in their adaptation of The Wizard of Oz. A number of senior students had attempted on more than one occasion to haul me in as part of
the cast, only to have me out run them each and every time.
It boiled down to the instinctive "fight or flight" reaction and of course, due to my size then, "FLIGHT" won out. I was small...but Maaaaannnnn...could I run!!!
In a school of approx. 1400 kids, there were only a handfull
of "cute" under the height of 5' dweebs such as myself that
could be had for others fun and pleasure...and I'm talking maybe 5 to 10 of us!!!!!!......hahahaha.
In 75' as I finished grade 10...or "10th grade" as the rest of the world calls it, I found myself in the company of an older, more easier going crowd, ones that would graduate Grade 13 a year later. Pot was a big thing with them and as they turned me onto it...I slowly developed a much calmer attitude towards life in general as a 15 year old. Not that I was f**ked up to any degree or anything by smoking the shit...but it just kind of put a lot
of things into perspective at the time...and I'm sure many here
can attest to that degree of enlightment, once under the
influence of such a...such a...HELP ME OUT HERE TREXX!!!...hahaha (Trexx understands).
That, combined with the fact that I finally hit full puberty,
albeit late in years at the age of 16, and grew into the size 10 shoes that I now wear, certainly helped my situation. Surprisingly, my grades also got better and I also became a lot more physical in my extra curricular activities. Late bloomer?
Playing hockey in the winter was the best! and Cycling in the summer was next to heaven and with the friends I hung with,
and found myself having a great time!
There was a lull however, from Sept. of 77' to Sept. of 78' when I found myself living alone, on Welfare, and trying to complete my Grade 12 auto mechanics course...and all of the friends I had were out of town and in college or university. Living on my own at the age of 17-18 on $158.00 a month was not fun...BUT!!! It was a life lesson and has served me well ever since.
Interesting to note as well, was the fact that during those
last few months of high school, I was invited by a girl that
had a crush on me, to be a part of their "team" in a
school sports event.
I had never been a part of any team and was somewhat
apprehensive to partake in the ordeal to begin with...
yet once we began to play, found myself quite capable
of competing and performing.
Back then, the rules were simple...keep playing until you win! As server during our volleyball game, I served up "15" NO returns in one round" to win the game. Then came the "Borden Ball" match...I scored 3 goals in the first shift...against one of the schools top players no less?
Call me reeeeeally crazy, but after that game, I opted out for the rest of the tournament...It just didn't make any sense to me at the time???I guess it all came down to finally garnering some much needed
confidence?...yet it confused the shit out of me???
I digress... and I have to say that I can't really put myself in any one of the categories above, and it really doesn't bother
me that I can't...in fact, I'm glad that my situation was one
of an otherwise different set of circumstances.
It's nice to know that a person can sometimes consider themselves as an individual, totally separate from the tags and
labels that we tend to be pigeonholed into.
I'd much rather be the person I am now, content and happy
with who I am and what I was, instead of being someone that
had their "glory days" as a teenager, and is either wishing that
they can go back or is ridiculously trying to relive them now.
I know Rick has some great stories...and I also know that
Bucky has some really great stories...love to have them share them with the rest of us here...and of course...would really look forward to hearing from the rest of the gang here...
Now's the chance to spill it...you only live once...ain't no
going back.
How was it for you?
Thanks
Kim
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