High School

I'm starting with high school because I don't remember much before then. I kinda want to start at the beginning, talk about some things that are a fair bit in the past for me, to warm up to other things (ulterior motive: put certain things off, making you think this is difficult for me, which in some ways it is, and some ways it isn't, because once I simply say, okay I'm going to talk about this now, I can do it fine, no problem. It's making the decision to do it that's difficult). Anyway (geesh, I'm paranoid about myself (ulterior motive: taking attention away from the phrase 'making you think this is difficult for me.' See how I immediately try to combat things that my subconscious tries to do? ... I hope it gets easier as time goes on. That phrase is important, but I'm not going to explain it now because I don't know how to.)), I'm way too buried in parentheses. New paragraph.

Okay, High School. For me, it started in Grade 10. My family and I left Halifax and came to Kingston (if you haven't read the really broad synopsis of my life, do so now). On the trip here was the last time I cried. I used to cry a lot as a child (or so I'm told -- pretty much all of my memories before high school are made up from stories I've heard people tell about me since, or pictures of me at the time). But I don't cry any more. I don't like that, and I'm trying to learn to be able to again.

Anyway, whenever I moved, in the past, it was an opportunity for me to become a new person; to change aspects of myself that I didn't like. Previous to this, I had a reputation as a class clown (great way of getting attention). And my personality was different in other ways, too, but I don't remember how. Anyway, I remember thinking that it was an opportunity to make a new first impression.

I don't really know where to go next with this. Many things are coming to mind at the same time. I think I'll just list them and talk about them later (gotta love hyper-text!).

My four-year crush
My social group
Computers
Acting/Writing
My bitter friend (translation: we should have been bitter enemies, but something kept us as friends) and my first 'relationship'
Leaving home
My first real relationship
Astrology and tarot
Unwanted friends (and the science of being mean)
Academics
Tutoring
Alcohol, drugs, and wild sex: Terry the party animal

Well, when I get a chance, I'll be filling in the list above with links. Now, I gotta go to bed 'cause I have my first day back at work tomorrow.