2003 A.D.
2003, a Year in Review
February 6, 12:56 am, 2006 A.D.
I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here it goes.
From January to May I was still in High School. God that place was hell. It was a catholic school, so no matter what you did you were going to hell. Also, since it didn't get public money, we had shitty books, shitty computers, and shitty rooms. They even closed off some of the rooms and used them for storage because they were so shitty. I don't think it's going to last too much longer from what I can see.
My senior prom was interesting. I went with this girl that I was REALLY interested in, but later things didn't work out and I'm glad they didn't. The prom was at a restaurant that had a dance floor. My date wanted to leave after about 45 minutes but I said hell no. The prom was sort of fun, but afterwards there was a party I wanted to go to. I got there with my date, but she wanted to leave after 15 minutes this time. I took her home, went home, and went to sleep.
Graduation was excesively boring. I got my paper and went home, happy to be done with that rotten hellhole. At the time, I still worked at my uncle Joe's store, so I spent a lot of the time during the summer working there making 5 dollars an hour. That place wasn't any fun either. My duties included cleaning off rejected food cans, testing old appliacnces we got, and sweeping the floors. I never figured out what the hell I was suppossed to be doing there and I was there for 2 and a half years. Over the summer, I tried going out with my prom date but she just wasn't interested. Later I found out she got engaged to some guy, then dumped him after moving in with him. Apparently she has/had some sort of emotional problems. It was also over this summer that I met my Cupcake, Mandie. My best friend from high school, Andre, introduced us at a local Punk Show. I remember the first thing I said to her...
"Hi. I heard your excited to see me!"
I couldn't hear her reply. For the rest of the night we barely said a word to each other. I figured after that night we would never see each other again. Talk about being wrong...
For the rest of the summer I worked at the Store and dreaded going to college. I was so nervous about it I couldn't sleep a lot of nights. But soon enough, the day came, and it was time to go.
I moved into my appartment and met my roommates. One was from Queens, New York. His name was Reggie, and he would be the bane of my existence for the next 8 months. (In the end, we became friends though.) The second was Marc, the Frenchman. We lovingly nicknamed him "The Fucking French" after not too many days. He thought it was funny. The third was Mike, the Hermit from Pittsburgh. I almost never saw this guy, but when he did come out we would play Dreamcast together.
My first semester classes were not hard at all. As a matter of fact, I got a perfect 4.0 GPA for the first semester. Nothing can beat that first semester in terms of memories though...
In my english class, I met an old friend of mine who I used to hang out with way back in 5th grade. I didn't even recognize him, but he recognized me. His name is Brad and we are still friends to this day. We hung out a lot at my apartment, and he tried to help me out in the Woman department. He gave me a lot of useful advice too.
On the weekend of Halloween, I went to my first (and last) Frat Party. I went with Jarrod and Dawn, two other friends I met that were a couple at the time, and Marc drove us. I had a lot of fun there, but by the end of the night, I was definately ready to go home.
When the snow came, Reggie, Marc, Jarrod, Dawn, Mike, and myself all went sledriding around the appartments. We even made a video of it, which I think Dawn still has to this day. I wouldn't mind seeing that thing again. It was also this semester that I tried asking out several different girls. They either were already taken or were too weird for me. One even wanted me to join a christian religious group before she would go out with me. WTF?! Anyway, I kept trying, and kept talking to Mandie online too.
There was one night when I went skating with Dawn, Jarrod, and Mandy (different Mandy). I fell so many times that I think I fractured a bone in my arm, because it bruised and hurt for MONTHS. I haven't been skating since.
In November, Marc agreed to go back to my old high school French class, who my sister was in at the time, to talk to the students. We were there for a long time and Marc was very popular with the ladies. It was so weird to be back in my old school, let alone with Marc too. He noticed that American schools really do have lockers in them, and I was surprised to find out French schools don't use them. Apparently French high schools are a lot like some kind of junior College, where you take the classes you want and keep all your books with you.
By the end of the semester, It was time to say goodbye to Marc. He had to go home to France, and we all said our goodbyes. He told us that he got a cool sublet though, and I thought he was. His name was Jason, but I'll get more into him in the 2004 edition.
I took several pictures of my first semester, I'll definately put them up here as soon as I get them scanned in. Thats all for now, I'll add more as I remember it.
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