Now I’m sitting on the fire escape behind our lounge of the 12th floor—scary looking down. Just funny the way your legs feel, as if the ground is about to disappear and you are about to fall. Anything to escape the truth.
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
11 November 2007
28 September 2007
a memory
running this morning through williamsburg, a school bus passed me, the door open and a woman leaning into the bus talking with the driver, a memory came up:
i never took the late bus.
what does this mean?
in my high school, you got out at 2:56. you hustled to your locker, got your books you needed, sweater, and headed for the bus. if you were late (they left about 10 minutes later or so), you had to call your mom or walk home. most days, i ended up just staying for track, so i would get done with that around 4:30 or so.
but sometimes, in between track season or when i didn't have play practice or a club meeting, maybe i'd hang out in the yearbook room chatting. i'd wait until 4:05, just after the late bus left.
"you JUST missed the late bus! cher, you NEVER take the late bus."
and there was a reason. that's where kids got beat up, and the really mean people who taunted me took it. i was afraid to take it.
i hated high school. my memories still cause me to shudder...
it's hard to believe how much pain another person could cause you, but high school is full of pain. i don't look back. it's no wonder i'm not in touch with anyone from my high school, save my sister.
i never took the late bus.
what does this mean?
in my high school, you got out at 2:56. you hustled to your locker, got your books you needed, sweater, and headed for the bus. if you were late (they left about 10 minutes later or so), you had to call your mom or walk home. most days, i ended up just staying for track, so i would get done with that around 4:30 or so.
but sometimes, in between track season or when i didn't have play practice or a club meeting, maybe i'd hang out in the yearbook room chatting. i'd wait until 4:05, just after the late bus left.
"you JUST missed the late bus! cher, you NEVER take the late bus."
and there was a reason. that's where kids got beat up, and the really mean people who taunted me took it. i was afraid to take it.
i hated high school. my memories still cause me to shudder...
it's hard to believe how much pain another person could cause you, but high school is full of pain. i don't look back. it's no wonder i'm not in touch with anyone from my high school, save my sister.
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