In high school, I rode the bus to and from school. I hated high school, which is I think a pretty common theme on my flist based on my last post's comments.
Anyways, I rode the bus and I always did everything I could do to avoid talking the other people on the bus. My tenth grade year, my mother bought me a cd player which I used to avoid everyone as much as possible. Losing myself in music became as much of a hobby as anything else I had in my life at time --reading, writing, pretending to be interested in quilting when my mother was in the mood for it.
Listening to George Strait on the bus and thinking up stories to go along with his music kept my mind active and creative in an environment where I was essentially miserable and unstimulated.
Anyways, I rode the bus and I always did everything I could do to avoid talking the other people on the bus. My tenth grade year, my mother bought me a cd player which I used to avoid everyone as much as possible. Losing myself in music became as much of a hobby as anything else I had in my life at time --reading, writing, pretending to be interested in quilting when my mother was in the mood for it.
Listening to George Strait on the bus and thinking up stories to go along with his music kept my mind active and creative in an environment where I was essentially miserable and unstimulated.
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Date: 2011-02-03 04:59 pm (UTC)High School was a combonation of a lot of fun, boredom and impatience. While I am glad that it is over, I miss the feeling of surety I had about my life then.
Oh well.
~L
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:08 pm (UTC)Um, sorry, that came after I left
hellhigh school.I spent the entire time chanting, "There is life after high school, and you don't ever have to see any of these people again," to myself, over and over.
I spent a lot of time with my nose buried in a book, either studying, or reading. I was in band and athletics, but even then, I was either marching and practicing, or working out and practicing. Not socializing.
I had my writing. And I had my music.
And absolutely none of the people I call friends now ever went to high school with me. I think that says plenty right there.
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:12 pm (UTC)I completely agree with the losing yourself in the music thing. I do the same thing, if I'm not reading.
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Date: 2011-02-03 06:06 pm (UTC)It's a bit more embarrassing with me because I tend to go down the sort-of-emo route, as in Stranger Things Have Happened (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEIeb85DkCs).
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Date: 2011-02-03 10:12 pm (UTC)I could be chatty, snarky and smart mouthed with my bus friends and a few friends in school but with everyone else (popular, confident kids)I felt this paralysing shyness like I wasn't worthy of their attention. I wasn't bullied but I was incredibly shy and always felt invisible. I always felt like I'd missed the day the Rule Book for being a teenager had been handed out.
I did get a lot of reading done though :)
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:36 am (UTC)The entire experience was always surreal. It's no wonder you lost yourself in your imagination. Hell, you should have told your stories aloud - you would have had the entire bus entranced!
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Date: 2011-02-04 08:54 am (UTC)Anyway I had a cassette player for the bus, and it was always Corey Hart or Bryan Adams. Mostly Corey Hart, I wore out five cassettes of Boy in the Box and three of Fields of Fire.
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:15 pm (UTC)I was in 4 different high schools
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Date: 2011-02-04 09:21 pm (UTC)I still remember phases of my life by which album I played over and over and over again.