Ah, the high school years.
The dates and the prom and the big games and the school band and …oh, wait a minute. That was somebody else’s high school experience. Not mine.
Reminds me of the Woody Allen routine where he is looking death in the face and his life is passing in front of him … his boyhood on a farm in Kansas … the cows … the fields of wheat …and he goes, “Wait a minute! That’s a mistake! That’s somebody else’s life …”
“I’m dying and SOMEONE ELSE’S life is passing before me!”
Well, that was me. All those idyllic high school visions happened to someone else. For me, when it comes to high school memories – fuhgeddaboudit!
Here’s the high school lowdown. For me, high school was a low.