Welcome to a series of stories that basically make up my autobiography. It’s not entirely thorough, but I’ll do the best I can with the memories locked away inside my head. Could be therapeutic for me. Could be humorous for you. Either way, enjoy…
Previously on Life Story… I said good-bye to the hell that was middle school and prepared myself for the fresh hell that would be high school. But it was okay, because I had a crush on a girl who just wanted to be friends.
I’m not sure how to properly express my feelings for my entrance into the grand world of Patrick Henry High School.
Ninth grade was a can of worms that I’m not too sure I was fully prepared for. Aside from dealing with a huge school on a spread out campus with mostly unfamiliar faces, I was still, technically, a psychological mess.
Just before I started my years at PH, the anorexia had just about leveled off. I wasn’t gaining any weight, but I wasn’t losing anymore either. Yes, most of the guys my age were polishing off a dozen eggs for breakfast and downing three to four gallons of milk each week. I complained about being full after eating half a sandwich.Needless to say, this stunted my physical growth quite a bit. As a freshman, I expected to get picked on by the upperclassmen on a pretty regular basis. Thankfully, real life wasn’t like Saved By the Bell. I wasn’t Screech and I didn’t get shoved into any lockers (though I certainly could have fit, as small as I was at the time). I didn’t get held upside down by my ankles and dipped into a toilet (though that would have been easy enough since I weighed about 85 pounds soaking wet). My only real memory of any older kid giving me a hard time was when some guy told me that the elementary school was at the other end of the parking lot. I have to admit, that was a pretty good one.But freshman year in high school wasn’t all that bad. I mean, it wasn’t great. But there were good times to be had. It was the year that introduced me to block scheduling. Patrick Henry students had the A days and the B days. A total of six classes; three on each day. This meant I only had to endure Spanish III every other day. But it also meant I had to endure Spanish III for two hours at a time.
Aside from the semi-advanced foreign language class, my class load was fairly average: Geometry, World Geography, English, P.E., Earth Science, and Drawing I. I’m not sure how I got into that Drawing class. Basic Art was a prerequisite, and I sure hadn’t taken Basic Art. I think my guidance counselor felt really sorry for me. She put up with a lot from me. Like I said, I was a psychological mess.