High school was an era of my life I never really want to repeat. Not because it was a nightmare. Yes, there was a little turbulence, but mostly bewilderment and embarrassment.
- Why do I have to read The Old Man and the Sea while my gym teacher sleeps behind a newspaper?
- Why do I have to stand in the cold with other lackluster teenagers waiting for a bell to ring?
- And why am I wearing a white leather jacket with padded shoulders?
To this day, I have no clue why they gave me a diploma:
Me: Did I do something to earn this?
High School: No. Just leave, please.
Hey, not a problem. Happy to oblige. Yet, there was at least one high point during my dim career in secondary school.
Biology class. Specifically, the anatomy portion of biology class.