Thoughts of High School
Jun. 4th, 2009 08:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzOn the drive in to work today, I was listening to the "Bob and Tom Show" on the radio. They started discussing the usual odds and ends, eventually discussing miter boxes for some reason, and it reminded me of some high school stuff that has always stuck with me for some reason. This could get long, so I'm saving everyone who doesn't want to read forward with a cut!
During my freshman year, there was a new girl who started at my high school named Shannon. She was a natural blond, alabastar skin, curvy and well developed up top. You'd think that she would have turned all sorts of heads, but she got off on the wrong foot early. She was going to the Barbazon school of modeling, or something of that sort, and made the mistake of telling everyone who'd listen. High school kids being the mean monsters they are, you can imagine how well it went.
In algebra class, we were discussing a word problem that used the phrase "miter box" and some folks asked what it was (self included as I didn't know at the time). Shannon raised her hand and said in an aristocratic way, "Well, myyy dad is an electrical engineer and heee doesn't use a miter box.
If eye-rolling were audible, it probably would have sounded like a Nascar track in the room. Sadly, this phrase set the tone for her the rest of her high school days with most everyone. She was heckled for it for quite a while. I felt sorry for her at times, as I think she may have meant this to be funny, but it backfired on her. I remember it vividly to this day and think it is strange how such odd things stay with a person. She was at my ten-year reunion, wearing something low-cut and open with her "My Name is" tag stuck prominently on her boob.
Getting a bit tired of the radio, I turned on the iPod and randomly it set to a song by Kevin "Bloody" Wilson, an Australian comic and singer. During my junior year, a friend had an Australian exchange student living at his house named David. David made a copy of one of Wilson's tapes for my friend who then distributed it to all of us and what kid wouldn't love to hear songs about sex, farting, and other dirty things that made us giggle. It was the best kind of contraband. Well, the song playing in the car this morning was "The Pubic Hair Song," where he sings that all accents in the world are caused by the odd pubic hair getting stuck in throats, noses, the roofs of mouths, etc. It's dangerously un-PC and available on iTunes.
It set a good tone for the morning actually :)
During my freshman year, there was a new girl who started at my high school named Shannon. She was a natural blond, alabastar skin, curvy and well developed up top. You'd think that she would have turned all sorts of heads, but she got off on the wrong foot early. She was going to the Barbazon school of modeling, or something of that sort, and made the mistake of telling everyone who'd listen. High school kids being the mean monsters they are, you can imagine how well it went.
In algebra class, we were discussing a word problem that used the phrase "miter box" and some folks asked what it was (self included as I didn't know at the time). Shannon raised her hand and said in an aristocratic way, "Well, myyy dad is an electrical engineer and heee doesn't use a miter box.
If eye-rolling were audible, it probably would have sounded like a Nascar track in the room. Sadly, this phrase set the tone for her the rest of her high school days with most everyone. She was heckled for it for quite a while. I felt sorry for her at times, as I think she may have meant this to be funny, but it backfired on her. I remember it vividly to this day and think it is strange how such odd things stay with a person. She was at my ten-year reunion, wearing something low-cut and open with her "My Name is" tag stuck prominently on her boob.
Getting a bit tired of the radio, I turned on the iPod and randomly it set to a song by Kevin "Bloody" Wilson, an Australian comic and singer. During my junior year, a friend had an Australian exchange student living at his house named David. David made a copy of one of Wilson's tapes for my friend who then distributed it to all of us and what kid wouldn't love to hear songs about sex, farting, and other dirty things that made us giggle. It was the best kind of contraband. Well, the song playing in the car this morning was "The Pubic Hair Song," where he sings that all accents in the world are caused by the odd pubic hair getting stuck in throats, noses, the roofs of mouths, etc. It's dangerously un-PC and available on iTunes.
It set a good tone for the morning actually :)
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Date: 2009-06-05 06:33 am (UTC)If you were not such a fine chemist, I think you would be an exceptional writer.
I read your blog for many reasons ... one of them being because I truly enjoy your writing style.
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Date: 2009-06-05 11:04 am (UTC)