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 took Advanced Photography as an elective my senior year. All because I had a crush on this girl that I never felt brave enough to even talk to.
You know, I really don’t remember much about my senior English class. I guess that really doesn’t make it much different from the rest of my high school classes that I have little to no memory of. And look at that, ending a sentence in a preposition. Guess I should have paid more attention to Mr. Ciaffone.
Ciaffone was our senior English teacher. And I honestly don’t remember learning anything. Not that I’m saying he was a bad teacher. It’s just that, well, what is there to learn after taking English and Language Arts for the previous 11 years?
That doesn’t mean I don’t remember some things from that class. I remember a lot of visits to the computer lab. I remember writing an essay that could be about any subject. I chose to dissect the classic song “American Pie.” I also remember having to do a senior speech at the end of the year. Being a comic book geek, I gave my speech on comic book collecting. At that point, I figured, it’s the end of my last year, who am I trying to impress by hiding all these comic books?
Other than the school work, I remember hanging out with two girls who I came to consider very good friends during the course of that school year. Renee, Elizabeth, and myself would not pay attention in class. Instead, we would spend the bulk of our time playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. Actually, I think Elizabeth and I would play Six Degrees more than Renee would. Renee, if you read this, correct me if I’m wrong there.
Renee did come to my 18th birthday get together, though. I can’t really call it a part. I just went bowling with a bunch of people. She was the only one that brought a gift. Despite saying over and over that she really didn’t need to do that, I accepted it. It was a Superman statue based on the cover of Superman #1. She knew I liked Superman. And this was before I even gave that senior speech. I was touched.
After graduation I lost touch with Elizabeth, though we’ve recently reconnected through the magic of the Facebook. Renee and I wrote back and forth while I was in college. She joined the Navy and saw the world. I still have a picture she sent me of her standing in front of the Sydney Opera House. Oh, and I got an A on my senior speech. In case you were wondering. I got an A on that “American Pie” paper, too.