In high school, I’d spend my evenings toiling away solitarily at a computer, punching the keys to get a thing done. Intent on building a thing that nobody will possibly see, but by god, if they did, they’d be impressed. I guess, 30 years later, it’s good that nothing changes, right? Right?
Tag Archives: high school
Tunnels
In high school — a much gentler time — in the sighing hour after school let out, when I was supposed to be walking home to my nervous mother, I would sometimes dawdle around campus, haunting the hallways without need of a hall pass, breathing in the open-air spaces between buildings, poking at the toys …
Cafeteria
After reading “Why You Never Truly Leave High School” (published in NYMag last year but just making its rounds to my social circles), I’m left with a few mealy-mouthed feelings and an urge to tear open old scars and lick the new wounds. The article posits that the common experience in the average American high …
Who?
An earlier conversation brought up a story. During the spring semester of my senior year in high school, I received a letter from the publisher of “Who’s Who Among American High School Students” stating that due to my scholastic achievements (there were a few), I would be listed in their annual publication, distributed widely to …
My Friend, the Devil
In high school, I ran with a group of guys who, in retrospect, I call “The Four Horsemen”. Greg, Steve, Doug, and I, with our gaggle of girlfriends and anciliary characters. Doug was the last of us to join our group, with me the third. I met Greg in bowling class, and Steve through his …