I honestly can't tell you that anything exciting happened during the summer before junior year, at least I don't remember anything that stands out

Junior year was my 17th year of life about the only thing that I can remember that stands out during this time was well. . . I almost broke my hand punching a brick wall. Hurt? Yes Like Hell. Smart? Not So Much.

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Senior year. . . . . .

the 18th year of my life. . . .

Things started out smoothly, if I recall correctly. I jinxed a girl in my class by saying "wouldn't it be funny if someone got pregnant in time to be due for Graduation" well the poor girl was 40 weeks pregnant when she walked across stage {eeek}

Over the course of the summer between Jr and Sr year I became friends with another guy(guy B) that I had known for years (well knew of him I guess you'd say, he wasn't in school with us)  girl who couldn't keep her pants up instantly fell for him (while still pining for Guy A) and they hooked up. Of course this was after she knew I liked him (what is it with girls and guys that bring out the worst in us? ) but what can you do. . . I was fat, she was thin and well frankly she put out.  He had two sisters and one was my age and I became friends with her over time. She had a baby in Sept. of 96 (my god he's ten years old. . . where the hell does time go????) and was no longer in school.

 

Girl and Guy B were on again off again and frankly I got confused and spun around as to whether or not I was supposed to remain friends with him or not. Of Course! She didn't like that I was friends to begin with. 

Everything was a little strained until December of 96. . . . . .

I know y'all are wondering why I am writing in so many posts. . . Most of it has to do with history that leads up to an event I'll write about. It would make no sense, in a way, if the history wasn't there.