Recently a classmate uploaded a video of my year’s high school Graduation and Class Night. I spent some time watching it. I recall there being about 55-ish of us in the graduating class. (Oops, better make that 54-ish because I wasn’t there. My family imploded and I had to find a place to live, pay rent, feed and clothe myself, etc…) And while I enjoyed watching it, there are a fair amount of people in the video I sort of remember, but can’t associate a name with. I’m OK with that.
I detested high school and couldn’t wait to get out of there. And that’s not because it was a horrible place to be. I mean, we were kids and kids are gonna be kids, but I remember nearly everyone as being pleasant. I never disliked anyone in my class and I still like them just fine today. I was never bullied and I did just fine in my classes. And, bar none, whatever you thought of Chuck K, that dude always played it straight with me. Whether I was in trouble or just asking questions, he never went for the easy lie or bullshit excuse of “I’m the adult/teacher and you’re not” if I ever questioned anything.
Off topic rant: That always pissed me off. The teachers were always talking about being inquisitive, always wanting us to reach and learn more without prodding, but as soon as I ask questions, I got shut down with bullshit excuses. Perhaps my questions were not the ones they had in mind. Too bad. Don’t encourage your students to be curious about the world around them and then go out of your way to kill that curiosity when it manifests.
Back on topic: I hated high school because I have never done well in such a restricted, regimented environment. I believe my trouble making days we’re a combo of my refusal to be anyone but me and the suffocating nature of the public school system. (Refusal to be anyone but me? Is it any wonder I grew up to be a biker? Now that I think of it, high school would have been more palatable if I had a Harley back then.)