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Memiors (standard:other, 762 words) [1/9] show all parts
Author: I Am His NameUpdated: Sep 27 2000Views/Reads: 2398/5Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One kid realizes that his generation is being run by a pop culture lifestyle. This is his journal. (Updated Almost Daily) Comments Welcome!

Friday, September 1, 2000 

“On a long enough time-line, everyone’s survival rate drops to zero.”
Narrator, Fight Club 

School Orientation 

I woke up at 7:45. God did I hate it. I was so comfortable. I just
wanted to go back to bed, but I had obligations. So anyway, I got up, 
brushed my teeth, went into the car, and I was on my way to my High 
School. I got there and I could already see the bullies from Junior 
High meeting the bullies from the other Junior High school. I saw the 
girls that look great from any corner of the earth. Whether up close or 
far away, you couldn’t help but want to just make out with them, or 
have sex with them, but wouldn’t after you’ve met them, just because 
they were the most boring, or the most shallow, or the most cruel 
bitches on the earth. 

I saw the guys that were so perfect; any girl would just want to be in a
room alone with them, just for one minute... Or more. 

So perfect. 

So ‘cool’. 

I don’t want to be one of them. 

Oh god. I don’t want what they have. 

I don’t want clear skin or perfect teeth. 

I have to keep away from them. 

They aren’t good. 

Those guys that had everything... clear skin, perfect teeth, money to
spend on anything that was ‘in’ such as Abercrombie & Fitch, Tommy 
Hilfigure, CK, AX, and DKNY. I'm surprised they didn't come home to 
find out they've been evicted from their house. 

I got out of the car and my heart dropped as I had flashbacks of my
Junior High School. I remembered the day I came in, the day I left, and 
everything in-between. I remembered my crushes, and my disappointment 
as I found out that all the girls that I liked used their beauty as a 
weapon, attacking every person that wasn’t as well endowed or as cute. 

As I got out of the car I saw some of the kids from my old school. I
even saw some of my friends. My friend Josh was the first one I saw. I 
asked where I was supposed to go. He said that he didn’t know because 
he just got here. So I asked an adult, they said on that line. So I 
waited. And waited. What was I waiting for? I didn’t know. But I later 
found out I was on line for the Student Organization and I had to pay 5 
bucks. So I did. Then I found the right line to get my Student I.D. 

I got my Student I.D. picture taken. I saw other people, some good
friends and some bad enemies. They were all hanging out in one group or 
another. I didn’t want to talk to them or by seen by them in order to 
keep a low profile. I’m like that; I try not to be noticed. We were 
instructed to go into the auditorium and watch some teachers and people 
of different authority in the school talk about how much fun the school 
was going to be. What a load of crap. 

We all went into a certain room, as instructed by the teachers. When we
went to those rooms, we had a little Q&A with the teacher. And then we 
proceeded to have tour. As we were walking, I could already point out 
who were going to be troublemakers. It was like school already, kids 
roaming the halls, not getting caught. I never understood how teachers 
and deans could be so dumb. Kids were roaming the halls, while deans 
were saying that they were going to tighten up security... and still 
the kids walked around. 

I walk around and think to myself, ‘Hey, they’ve got good security...
they have good rules, maybe this year will be different.’ Although I’m 
probably wrong. After the tour was finished, they stuck us all in the 
cafeteria where they gave out free ice cream and soda. That was nice of 
them. I sit and see more kids of some groups making fun of others 
already. Just like school never ended. As this ‘wonderful’ day came to 
an end, I waited for the final bell and wondered what the point of 
going to this thing was. Was it to show me what is to be expected? Or 
to ask me why am I about to do this? Maybe both. But probably neither. 
The bell rang and I went on the bus to go home and get away from my new 


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