Just like a teen movie

I'm having a little bit of trouble starting this blog assignment, in particular because I seem to have repressed most of my memories from high school. As far as I'm concerned, this period of my life is a veritable black hole of information.

I went to a private Catholic high school. My first day of class, a couple kids ganged up on me and told me that they were telling everyone that I was going to bomb the school. For months they would make certain they would sit behind me in class or follow me in the hallway, whispering "Goth, bomber, you're going to bomb the school."

I didn't really have many names for the majority of the kids that went there other than the obvious jocks (every school has them), but I remember them to be nauseating to me. Rich kids talking about how much money daddy's car costs, the bright red Hummer H1 in the senior parking lot, weed-smoking, Dave Matthews concert-going, assholes. Some of them already had a highly developed cocaine problem. I did have a couple friends that would have been the stereotypical lunch table with all the leftovers that didn't fit in to any particular group, but as far as the linguistics of it, I never had a name for the different categories at the time. Of course, looking back on it, they are clear to me. We were the outsiders. I dyed my hair black and one quick look at my backpack revealed that I liked Skinny Puppy etc, so that meant I was the goth one. In our rotating cast, we had a genius, a fat girl, one cheerleader who always talked about sex, a girl who claimed to be a witch, an anime nerd, a punk, and one of those guys who always has a guitar with him. Thinking about it now, it really was just like one of those 1980's teen movies. I didn't think I was a stereotype a the time, but, holy shit.

Really, no matter what high school you go to, it ends up being a teen movie in some form after it's over with.