Thanks to the miracle that is Facebook someone from palmetto high school who graduated the same year I did offered to be my friend. It's not that special. There are only two of us on Facebook who graduated that year. (But there are 50 listings from this year...)
We tried naming a few friends but honestly I didn't make many friends at Palmetto. I explained it this way:
It's highly unlikely that we hung out. In 10th grade my family came down to Miami from Pennsylvania. I thought we had landed on a different planet. On my first day on the bus I was warned by the guy sitting next to me not to sit with or talk to the 'yard apes' on the bus. My mouth just dropped. A couple of days later I was preached at to convert to Christianity or face eternal damnation. Then some kids invited me into Atrox, which was some white supremacist group, and at that point I kinda gave up on the social scene.
I can remember that bus scene like it was yesterday. I pleaded my way into getting a bike and rode back and forth to school after that. I actually did hang out with a few cuban kids to play poker, and some stoner kids, though I didn't smoke myself until years later. The computing scene there at the time was miserable, the kids were stuck programming Turbo Pascal on old klunker PCs.
And the teachers, woof, don't even get me started. My social studies teacher told us he had a cabin in Montana that he was going to go to after the coming apocalypse that was foreseen by Nostradamus. We were all invited if we could manage to get through the desolation on the the way there...
Palmetto was so hopelessly fucked. I'm not sure if you can
Posted by jherr at November 12, 2007 02:51 PM
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