Da Skewl Meme
Well last week I got tagged by JoMel in a random act of curiousity. She thought I might like to do this tag and since she tagged me so gently I cannot help but reply. Buckle your seatbelts here we go.
How many schools did I go to?
Five - 2 elementaries, Rural Elementary in Tempe, AZ and Houston’s Woodrow Wilson. 1 middle school Houston’s Sidney Lanier Jr. High School. 1 High School Houston’s Mirabeau B. Lamar Sr. High. I university, University of Houston. We don’t count the school of hard knocks as I am still in attendance.
Was I the studious nerd, or the last minute hero?
In High School you were lucky if I did anything. If I liked the class I did the work. If I did not, I did not. College was a whole new story and different attitude. Everything was done on time. In fact a studied so much that come time for exams I went to the movies instead of studying the night before and ace it.
Was I the class ‘taiko’ (big bully) or the teacher’s pet?
I was the class clown. Spent my time in the office sitting next to the bully who also was in trouble. He usually took my lunch money.
What was the biggest rule I broke in school?
Jeez I was always in trouble for something. You could not get me to shut up. Got in a few fights. Threw a kid’s drum in the mud because he would not fight me. Wimp! Threatened to shoot a teacher when I came back from the Army with my M-16. I would have gone to jail today I imagine. Back then they just put me in another class.
Three subjects I enjoyed (in secondary school)
History, Trigonometry, and Marching Band.
Three teachers that inspired me
Teachers that inspired me. None really did. If a teacher would have inspired me back then I have no doubt I would have graduated top of my class in High School instead of being the lazy band geek that I was. Now a Drill Sergeant is a motivator. Drill Sergeant Beverly took care of me all the way through Basic Training. He was a man to respect. I remember his last words to me, “I hope they run the shit out of you in Infantry School.” Kindest thing he ever told me and very inspiring. He made me a better man. And yeah the Army did run the shit out of me in Infantry School. Special thanks to Captain Money who made sure we ran farther and faster. We were required to do a 25 mile with full combat load at the end of training. He made us do it as a force march and we set the base record at Fort Benning, Georgia. Then I learned from all of the dumb grunts how dumb, stupid really is. I learned I do not need to be around those kind of guys. Those models inspired me to go from the lower middle class in High School to graduate Suma Cum Laude in University.
Where am I? I should be an easy mark. Come on now.
Again. I should be so easy to see.
Will this help you find me in the class photos above? Take a look and go back.
Getting ready for the prom. Was too embarrassed to tell my folks I did not have a date. So the corsage went in the first trash bin. Went and ate a good steak. The prom was at the Rice Hotel, which was owned by the Hughes family. Had a good time dancing despite no date. And I was a popular by at the parties afterwards as I had bought a fifth of Jack Black and another of Wild Turkey. The real drag was having to march in parade the next morning. Man was I dead or what?
