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viewed it like an 8-hour job. I went to class, paid attention, was
friendly enough to everyone, but went home the fucking second the day
was over.
I never understood why anyone would do
extra-curricular activities. No, I'm not going to voluntarily hang
around after work to socialize with people that I'm only hanging around
because we were assigned to the same school.
I was nice enough,
but I didn't go out of my way to climb the social hierarchy. I had a
close group of friends and was fine with that. I never had a lot of
friends, but I didn't care.
I stood up to the bullies. If
someone gave me shit, I'd fight back. This one guy picked on me for a
few weeks and talked shit behind my back. The next time I passed him in
the hall, he was talking with all his friends. I walked up and pimp
slapped him HARD across the face a few times. Another time, I was at a
pool party. I was still in my clothes, and some kid who hated me pushed
me in the pool. I got out, sucked punched him in the stomach, and threw
him in. Some people who didn't know me were afraid of me because of
these encounters, but once they bothered to talk to me, they realized I
was friendly (but didn't take shit off bullies).
In my senior
year, I started going out with this girl. I didn't like her much at
first, but I eventually fell in love and lost my virginity to her, etc.
Then we broke up after splitting for college. Heartbreaking, at the
time.
I'm 26 now. College and law school were pretty much the
same, honestly. Only difference was that I never did drugs or drink in
high school. Ohhhh boy, did I make up for that in college. But I cut
that shit out for law school. |