High school. The best four years of your life? How I wish that wasn't a lie. My high school years were from age fourteen to seventeen, as it was for most people. During that time of being in high school I had a stay home job that I despised. What was worse was that it was for no pay and I would have do it every day after I came home from school and even on the weekends. Doing something you absolutely hate for no pay, every single day after an already long day and even on the days you're supposed to be free, sucked. Do you wanna know the really bad part? I couldn't quit no matter how hard I tried. This job was called being depressed.
Freshman Year
The first day of my freshman year in high school, or should I say standing outside of high school was short lived. I was standing on line at almost seven in the morning with a majority of the other incoming freshman. It was a two week bridge program they said was mandatory but it wasn't.
We all had to wear a T-Shirt and basketball shorts and I was uncomfortable with it because of my chicken legs, but they weren't anything to be worried about. I didn't eat that morning, I was anxious and the hot sun was shining down on all of us, but it felt as if it was just shining on me. As if the sun said today he or she was picking one lucky person to shine down on and that so called lucky person was me. I blinked and next thing I knew I was on the floor and there's a person's hand around my neck. I feel as if I just woke up from a long sleep and I thought that I got into a fight with the mysterious guy who's hands were around my neck and he kicked my ass so hard I couldn't even remember any of it. But it turns out that all I did was pass out and hit my neck on the trash can next to me.
Everyone was surrounding me and I heard my dad's voice amongst all the students and parents chatter, "THAT'S MY SON! THAT'S MY SON!" By the way, he yelled it in a way that you knew he was worried, and not proud. He comes closer and asks what happened. They tell him. He decides that it was best if I didn't stay, so he lifted me to the car and we left. But on the way to the car, one of the parents gave me a mint because I needed sugar in my body. Or maybe that was just the nice way of telling me when I fainted, my mouth was open and everyone was able to smell how bad my breath was. Whatever it was, it was a nice gesture and I actually ended up being friends with her daughter the next year.
We went to the doctor later on and I think I want to tell you if I hit that trash can just a little bit harder I could have died. I don't remember if that's true, but I wanna seem cool, so for the comedy standpoint of this true story, I almost died! Ain't that cool? What wasn't cool was everyone knew me as the kid that passed out, or so I thought. I went back the next day and made a few friends. I still think it was because they felt sorry for me, but some of those people are still good friends with me to this day.
The two week program that I now had to do was sort of like JROTC, with flights and stuff. I was in Bravo flight, which was the worst flight of all of them because everyone misbehaved. I'm not going to sit here and act like a saint, I acted like a cunt, too. I don't regret it, it was hilarious.
A few friends and I would sit all the way in the back and just act stupid. We had these water bottles the people from the school gave us and we would fill them with water, drink a little and then hold the bottle around our crotch, squeeze and pretend we were pissing. Sometimes we would get another person's bottle along with our own and pretend we had long, skinny breasts that were spewing breast milk.
One day we did this so much we had to go to the front of the class because where we were sitting in the back was full of water from the bottles and dirt from our sneakers. A few of us would go to the bathroom at the same time and we would look over each other's urinals and compliment each other's dicks even though we didn't see. Everyone was insecure about their manhood below the belt, including me. I'm a good six inches.
