High School
	People say these are supposed to be the best years of your life.  Those who say that obviously don't remember actually being in high school.  Well, it wasn't that bad.  But the first few days were.  It didn't help that I made the mistake of joining the volleyball team.  It takes a lot of talent to be the worst player on the worst squad, let me tell you.  My school was so small that they couldn't kick me out of the program completely, though.  I ended up at a private school from seventh grade on, Blake-excuse me, The Blake School (which is kinda funny since I had a classmate named Blake).  If you know Minneapolis, it's the one sort of by both downtown and uptown and just down the street from the Guthrie theater.  So as I was saying, I spent a horrendous year on the volleyball team, went back for more my sophomore year, then finally wised up and...joined the fencing team.  I guess some people just don't learn.  At least fencing was fun.  Anything that rewards you for beating up on other kids is definitely worthwhile.  But I also joined the quiz bowl team sophomore year, which was a much better decision.  For those of you who don't know, quiz bowl is basically a trivia game played in teams of four (or sometimes less).  From that winter on through my senior year I had the joy of playing with Geoff, Brandi, and Ryan.  We were a well-oiled machine.  We were also one of the most diverse teams around-most consisted completely of geeky white boys, of which we only had one.  Our coach was the head college counselor at school, Frank Sachs, also called Pimp Daddy Frank (PDF for short) or just Frank.  We didn't make it to State our junior year and were soundly whipped our senior year, but in our senior year we also made it to State in Knowledge Bowl (different format than quiz bowl) and did very well.  Not only did we take second place but, more importantly, we beat our hated rivals, Chaska-who's the token female now?  Ha!  So much for my moment of glory.  And then there was the greatest accomplishment of my four years.  No, not graduation, not my SAT scores, not even getting into college.  Not even beating Chaska (sweet a moment as that was).  Yes, I'm talking about my work as a spotlight runner for the theater program.   My first time out, during a production of The Sound of Music, the main lights short-circuited, which is a long and painful story which I will not go into, but the point is that they had only the background lighting for when the auditorium is used for speeches...and me.  In any case, it was fun, and I got to pretend I was useful, which in two or maybe three of my four productions I actually was.  In the meantime I managed to get some of my friends hooked on Shakespeare movies, and some others already had been..  I'm still not sure what that says about my friends-or about me...   So that was my life.  As I edit this page more than a year after graduation, it's starting to look better and better.  I think it really was a good experience, though.  If nothing else, at least I learned how to carry out a successful revolution.  Isn't that something every 18-year-old should know? main / about me / shakespeare / people / movies / books / random / jokes / star trek x-files / writing / quotes / poetry / tv shows / musicals / contact me