The day I lost virginity, it was hot, it was stuffy, chaotic. Nothing at all like the porn videos on the internet. Of course, that's pretty much the way it was for all of us, wasn't it? All that preparation, all those years of studying...doesn't really prepare for all the screaming or the blood, does it? Frankly, I'm still amazed I ever made it through the 1st hour, never mind the first day.
Incredibily, I survived the crucible of sex. Emerging battle hardened (pun intended) and ready for whatever the world would throw at me. 1/22/2013
It's been said that Americans got the best of both worlds. We also got the worst of it. Without my iron will, I never would've come out of JHS with my sanity (or what's left of it) or my life. Sometimes I believed that the only way I was getting out of that hell hole school...was in a body bag.
When I arrived at JHS, things were just as bad as it was in middle school. The jocks/bullies had us overpowered, out maneuvered and out manned by a 5-to-1 margin. What none of us counted on was the students with hearts of gold. We'd all heard the rumors of course, but we'd never sat next to them. Never seen them actually stand up to those jerks...and win unscathed. They were magnificent. Even so, it was still a suicide mission. At least it was until James arrived. And then it became a battle...a winnable battle.
With the timely arrival of James, the nerds/outcasts were able to hold the line against the jocks & bullies at JHS. We left as heroes. Years later, we'll return as conquerors.
In our bones, we new the pain was almost over. The school held its breath, waiting to see which side would make the final daring move. As God would have it, we, the nerds and outcasts, moved first. After a friend tipped us off where the lead jocks were on a weekend, we gathered a group large enough to take them. When we beat them up, our morale soared. For better or worse, this would be the beginning of the end.
With the take down of the jocks at our hands, we had broken the back of the jocks' rule of the school. Under normal circumstances, it would've been a time for celebration. But what happened next put paid to those thoughts.
What I remember about the end of my high school life is...how quiet it was. During the waning hours of my time at JHS, I was ordered to come to the front office. I knew what was about to happen, what they were about to do. Did I have any doubts? Any private traitorous thoughts? Perhaps but none of us never said a word. Not on the walk to the office, not when they expelled me and not when I marched out of the school. Not a word.
The jocks told on us but only I was identified. I could have snitched my friends in hope of not getting expelled. But I'm of Irish blood and in Irish culture, there is nothing worse than a rat. So I did the honorable thing. I kept my mouth shut and fell on the sword. My friends were very appreciative of my sacrifice.
With the fall of the jocks and my expulsion, the nerds rise to respect was complete. In recognition of our cause and our success, the nerds and outcasts were treated with respect. Armed with badass leather jackets, blazing new cars and shining new shades, our presence let the school know that the days of jock supremacy were well and truly over. We were establishing a new era. An era of order and peace. Peace, freedom and justice. 4/20/2011