Some of these posts, I've decided, will be for the entertainment of some random Google searcher who stumbles onto this blog. Other posts will be for me to look back on and laugh. This one could be both, I suppose.
Things I have learned from working around high school guys:
- If I swore that much in high school and constantly sounded that stupid, I don't ever want to know about it. There's just something about a voice that sounds like it's constantly on the verge of cracking that just takes all the umph out of any four letter words.
- Stuff must have been funnier back in those days. Cuz these guys laugh at EVERYTHING. Pretty sure I could be a stand-up comic if I had an audience of nothing but adolescent guys.
- 21 can feel really freaking old around guys who are 5 years younger than you. Then, I get mistaken for a high school kid, so I guess that evens out.
- I hated high school. HATED it. Like I would rather shut my hand in a door every day for a month than go back for those four years....even with that being the last time I got to play soccer competitively (depending on your definition of our team's ability to be competitive in any of those games.) This isn't really something new that I learned, more of a reiterating of some facts that I am very sure about, and was reminded of by these kids.
To be honest, high school didn't treat me that badly. I had friends. I made more by the time I graduated, and they are still around. I got to play the sport I love. I got to go to prom in THE most kick-ass prom vehicle on the planet. Whatever your vehicle was, you didn't stand a chance. Can your vette stop .50 caliber rounds? No? Then you start to get the idea of how much sweeter it was. (And how necessary such an armored vehicle is at prom in Wisconsin. Seriously.)
If I think of more teen-induced epiphanies, I'll add to the list.
Hahaha, I TOLD you you'd be glad you were forced to go to Prom!
ReplyDeleteBtw, you crack me up on here. And in general.