middle school and the "to fellate" guy
Nov. 11th, 2002 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elsajeniSo today at lunch, Jesus and I were sitting around reminiscing about elementary/middle school (the 4 years total that we were at the same schools). It started with her saying something about Brigadoon, which happened to be the musical that we did a craptacular version of when we were both in the 4th grade. (Hey, for 4th-graders it wasn't half bad, though.) We started talking about the good parts of it, like Ian doing a jig (he looked about 5 years old at the time, and remained so until freshman year), and then the bloopers. It was the bloopers that turned us to the topic of some guy whose name neither of us could remember.
We could both remember exactly what role he played in Brigadoon, which was 7 years ago, and what he wore to the Homecoming dance when he was in the court, which was 4 years ago, and what he wore on Halloween that same year. It was weird. (Turned out his name was Jason. Yearbooks are a useful thing.)
We also talked about the guy who got caught in 8th grade receiving a blow job in the school library. (When he was in 8th grade, that is. Me and Jesus were in 7th at the time.) He was in my algebra class, and for the rest of the year if anyone in that class said "library," the teacher, Mr. George, couldn't talk at all - he would just point at this boy and giggle.
In an interesting twist of fate, it was the same guy who now sits next to me in computer science. The guy who looked up the verb "to fellate" on Dictionary.com the other day.
I will leave you to contemplate this.
We could both remember exactly what role he played in Brigadoon, which was 7 years ago, and what he wore to the Homecoming dance when he was in the court, which was 4 years ago, and what he wore on Halloween that same year. It was weird. (Turned out his name was Jason. Yearbooks are a useful thing.)
We also talked about the guy who got caught in 8th grade receiving a blow job in the school library. (When he was in 8th grade, that is. Me and Jesus were in 7th at the time.) He was in my algebra class, and for the rest of the year if anyone in that class said "library," the teacher, Mr. George, couldn't talk at all - he would just point at this boy and giggle.
In an interesting twist of fate, it was the same guy who now sits next to me in computer science. The guy who looked up the verb "to fellate" on Dictionary.com the other day.
I will leave you to contemplate this.
