Thursday, July 08, 2010
I don't even want to think about it
The other day, while I was driving to work, I was listening to the "8 at 8" - a local radio show that has 8 songs with a common theme and starts at 8 a.m. The theme: songs from 1994. That was the year I graduated from high school, which made me think, "Holy shit!" It's been 20 years - or it will be, this fall - since I started high school.
And let me tell you, I hated every minute of it (except summer vacations, spring breaks, and winter breaks.) I did not go to the graduation ceremony. I stayed home and was happy as hell.
Joey sometimes does a Top 10 Tuesday - so here's a Top 10 Thursday, with the Top 10 things I do not miss about being in high school:
1. Stupid rich kids getting stoned in the car on the way to school in new cars their Stanford professor and Silicon Valley tech parents bought them, and replaced when they crashed them.
2. Teachers hitting on us.
3. Catty bitches. Come to think of it, I still hate catty bitches, but I don't have to deal with them on a daily basis.
4. Using condoms. I hate them, hate them, HATE THEM. Fortunately, I grew up in an area where there was no question that we'd have sex ed in school, and the community pounded it into us (no pun intended) to have safe sex. Come to think of it, that's something I hate to live with hating until moving in with Mr. RK.
5. Having to take pre-calculus and never, ever having fucking used it once.
6. The nonstop Bob Marley/Led Zeppelin/Pink Floyd/The Grateful Dead soundtrack that was always, always on in the background, somewhere. I can't listen to any of these groups now because I got so sick of it.
7. Having to analyze "what the writers are trying to show you" in books that were a) boring, b) poorly written, and c) probably way over-analyzed.
8. Having to sit through classes that were super boring. I did enjoy literature, creative writing, geology, Spanish and sociology.
9. Having 25 minutes for lunch. I adopted the habit of eating too fast, which I am unlearning just now, and it wreaked havoc on my system, I'm sure.
10. Carrying loads of fucking books everywhere. Now the only ones I have to carry are ones *I* want to read.
How about you?