If I really stopped and thought about it I could probably recreate my class schedule for each year, but I'm really more interested in what's on the surface-- readily available-- what sticks out the most. I'm purposely not trying to think about it too much, just what pops into my head.
I realize this will mean nothing to anyone but Bryan and Brendan. If you're not one of those people then it's your fault that you didn't go to high school with me.
Freshman year- Shanks in the morning. Shaw as well. Videos in Shaw's class about self-esteem. Having to write reports for Shaw's class that were somewhat challenging and satisfying to complete. Spanish with Andrade in the afternoon. Reading Amalia and writing out all those conjugations. Typing with Barnhart-- and his poster of Patrick Swayze on the wall.
Sophomore year- Beeken, obviously. Reading "The Jungle". Benoit's class. Uhh... Wow. Not remembering much of that year.
Junior year- Shanks again. She had given up on teaching and was just showing us videos that we used to make fun of. Silvey's class-- goofing off, mostly making jokes about "The Man".
Senior year- Proach and Cimino in the morning. I had Benoit again, a retread of sophomore year English. Journalism with Kinzler. Anatomy with Coach Brancheau.
For some reason I can more easily remember morning classes.
About the time in my life overall:
-Playing a lot of guitar. Listening to a lot of REM. Listening to a lot of KABC and KFI. Watching, I think, every single Lakers game played from 1989-1993. Watching or listening to every Dodgers game from 1989-1993. Catching the occasional Angels game. Playing basketball in the backyard every single afternoon and still sucking at it by the time I graduated. Watching a lot of Comedy Central. Reading a lot of Steinbeck, Dave Barry, and whatever edgy thing I could find in the book section at Tower Records. Playing a lot of baseball with my brother. Going to track practice and trying to talk to every single girl on the team and getting absolutely nowhere with any of them.
Man, I'm glad that's all over.
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Thanks to the foggy haze of time, I tend to remember only the fun stuff. The bad/shitty stuff was likely not nearly as bad/shitty as I thought at the time, but I was a whiny little jerk/putz (granted, in some ways, not much has changed).
Freshman year -- I remember Shanks too. I can picture the classroom and some of our assignments. I'm pretty sure we read A Tale of Two Cities. I had zero period that year, Ms. Koel's algebra honors class, and everyone else had geometry with Mr. Kilmer. I don't remember writing reports for Shaw. I do remember that multi-week unit on self-esteem though. Ugh. Andrade and chicle.
Summer school -- Geometry. Rode my bike to school everyday. I remember Brendan had world cultures, thus he was spared the Beeken.
Sophomore year -- Beeken; globalization, "The Jungle", "Player Piano", nationalism. Benoit. Bachman for algebra II. Coach Platt for biology.
Junior year -- Shanks not giving a shit. Me not giving a shit either -- I think I got an F at the quarter and Cs at the semester. Reading "The Great Gatsby", "The Crucible", and "The Blue Hotel". Not giving a shit during Silvey's class. "The Man is holding me down!" Not doing the notes and getting his "poison pen" letters. I think I got Cs in that class too. DBQs. Ms. Koel's algebra II/trig class at the end of the day. Ms. Alvarez for chemistry.
Senior year -- Dr. Sergio's AP English. Ms. Koel for AP Calculus. Cimino's awful economics class. Proach the letch for government. Silvia driving me home everyday. Being really intimidated about college.
In general:
Listening to KABC constantly. Walking to Tower Records.
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