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Great test and very accurate.
My problem in H. S. is probably different than some others. In H.S. I was the captain of the football team, all CIF southern section, set records in baseball for stolen bases, was in the league track finals (I got smoked in the high jump). Dated the head cheerleader, and homecoming queen. I found out later that she wanted to be my date so it would increase her chances at being Queen Bitch. All the B.S. that many would have thought of as the perfect H. S. experience. It meant absolutely nothing then, and it means absolutely nothing now. I HATED IT!!!
When I here others talk about how they wish that they could been in such and so click, or been this, or done that, I honestly wish they could have had my life. I tried to quit several times, but parental pressure (our family even moved), coaches, and administration were just too much for this weak young buck, so I continued. No one ever really knows until they have walked a mile in anothers shoes. I admit at first it was cool. I had my name in the paper daily, lots of attention from girls, etc. For me it all soured very quickly. Did anyone really like me for who I was, or was it just because I could carry a ball, hit a ball better, run faster, and jump higher than most? I thought the latter. It confused the hell out of me.
After playing one year of JC football, I was named to the J.C. All-American team. I held an O. C. Junior College record for over thirty years and didn't even know it (I was into sex, and drugs after the Army). My friend called and said, "Steve your record just got broken." I told him, "It's O.K. (insert name), I don't even have a record player anymore." We both had a big laugh when he explained it to me. I received several hundred scholarship offers. What did I do, I joined the Army. It was the only way I knew that I could get out of the life I hated, and no one could do anything about it. As my coach at the time said, "Steve even you aren't that stupid." Even the recurter tried to talk me out of enlisting. For me it was a blessing. For those of us who served, know that in the Army (or other service) you become really anonomous as soon as you possible can. I didn't understand this the first day, and spent it at The Human Reasearch Center in the morning, and peeling potatoes out of a trash can in the afternoon. After that, I learned about standing in the rear and being invisible.
Today, by many of those that I knew during H. S., I am a failure. I was suppose to be playing a pro sport somewhere. I may be a failure, but a much happier failure than if I hadn't gone on my own course.
My intent in posting this is not so that you will think of me as some kind of stud. I am posting this in hopes that someone will realize that their assessment of themselves as a geek, and my assessment of myself as a newspaper article were very similar, although poles apart by most thoughts. Neither were a positive experience. I only went to one reunion. The people that I found to be the most like myself, were many of those who had considered themselves geeks in H. S. Almost all of the RA RA types were married with Ch*ldren and trying the relive the "glory days." Of course I was the fool for not living out their ultimate dream.
It is not others perception of you that counts, it is only your own perception of self that counts. Be careful what you ask for in life, you may just get it!!!
As usual, just the ramblings of a fat old man. Now back to reading about poosey.
Health and happiness
Santas Bro
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