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I hated the school I went to. Probably would be more accurate to say the school I went to hated me.
They seemed to have it in for me from day 1. My brothers (2 older) not so much. They suffered from a "Trickle up effect" I call it. They got in trouble/ were looked down on because of me. Weird. But it was a weird public school that thought it was a private school.
I was popular to a degree. Was notorious at a greater degree. I didn't have problems with the other students, just the faculty and administration.

I wish I would have paid better attention in math classes. Would I go back? Knowing what I know now, yes. Otherwise, Hell No!!
I was much better off and more successful in the U.S. Army.
I went to one reunion, the tenth. I was like the only person there that wanted to raise hell and party it up. Kinda let me down. Nowadays they conveniently forget to invite me to their gigs, even though they know how to contact me. That's cool. I couldn't care less about most of them, and have contact with the real friends I had, though the list is short. They hung. That means something to me. These few, these wicked few, are no BS loyal. As loyal to me as I am them. I would kill or be killed for any of them, without question.
If I run in to any of the former staff from the school, they still wrinkle their noses up at me. Except for a couple of the coaches. Seems they fell out of favor ,too.

Carter