The Many Faces of Scott Taylor

I have known Mr. Taylor, in some form or other, all through my three years in the Henderon County public education system. Just a side note: I rarely remember people's real names so I make up nicknames for them.  Here is the evolution of Mr.Taylor's.  So here it is, Scott in his many forms...

HIM
Sophomore year, I use to see Scott cruise the freak way (200 hall).   I swear this boy's feet never touched the ground, like he was untouchable inside his own little bubble and he paid no attention to anyone else.  It seamed as if the lyrics "It is just the way that you walk... like it ain't no thang" were written just for him and just for those momments he passed me and my diverse friends.  When I watched him I always thought, "What's up with Him?"  Little did I know one day I'd find out.

THE SINGING TUTOR
Somehow I managed to ace my sophomore year and take a nose dive the next.  This landed me in intercession with some tiny Spanish teacher with an undecipherable accent and Scott.  I'm fairly sure I learned some Spanish during those 5 days, but all I can recall today about that sizable chunk of my school break was that Scott knew all the words to Coca Cabana and would sing it on request.   This did prove entertaining at the time, but would later curse me in that whenever I saw Mr.Taylor in the hall that hideous tune would come to mind.  It would usually take the next block and three Aleve to get that wretched ditty out of my throbbing head. 

THEATER BITCH
Due to extinuating circumstances, I tryed out for a part in the school play.  I received a role in one of the three plays that were to be performed.  One night I decided to watch one of the other set of players rehearse.  It happened to be the group of sniveling teenagers that Scott was attempting to direct.  After an amusing display of the interaction of the two properties Actor-Be-Holier-Than-Thou and Director Frustration, I asked a fellow spectator a row ahead of me who the latter property belonged to.  It was not that I didn't know who he was, but that I wanted to know if he held the same power in the auditorium that he commanded over intercession.  I'll never forget the sheer awe in the voice that answered, "He is the Theater Bitch."  Obviously Mr.Taylor did.

DA SWEETIE
Before a performance of the Fall show,  Scott and I happened to meet up in the Choir room.  We were both upset and saught solace in the vastness of the choir room and those little uncomfortable chairs.  We talked about life and our reasons for being in Mr.Ellis's abode.  That was the night I discovered Scott's sweet side.  It has resurfaced on various occasions since and Da Sweetie is my favorite image I have of Scott.

THE FIRST
During the following months, life happened and Scott and I found ourselves taking part in the time honored highschool ritual of "going out".  A few weeks into this relationship I found myself discussing interracial relatioships with the school nurse and another member of the HCHS faculty.  They were talking of how society's attitudes have changed over the generations to further accept interracial relations.  During this philisophical scrimage of sorts, I had an epiphany.  It went something like, "OHMYGAWD!!!!  Scott is the first white guy I've ever dated."  After I got over the shock of this revelation and was sent back to whatever class I was ditching at the time, I mentally added Scott to my book of firsts, where he will forever be remembered. 

THE GOOD EX
Time passed and things changed.  I had a startling revelation that Scott resembled a dilluted version of my brother's personality and I had several characteristics in common with his sister. Since incest thoroughly revolts me, I subconsciencly set out to destroy the relationship.  In a short time, Scott was again added to the Historical Life and Times of the Great and Mysterious ODDY.  Mr.Taylor had received all the rights and privilages associated with being an ODDY EX.  He joined the ranks of My Favorite Mistake, Freak Nasty, and Cowboy Weed Feind (yee-haw) as The Good EX.  The title The Good EX was given to him because, unlike all my past EX's, he was not a complete loser. Eventually, as time heals all wounds (or at least scabs them over), I realized that Scott was actually a great guy and I loved having him around me as a positive influence and a remarkable associate.

SCOTTIE-2-HOTTIE
On the first night of spring break Barry* and Scott springered over to my house to find my tired parents* and a newly arrived home  brother*.  My parental units, being use to the pair's strange behavior, quickly ignored them, but my unenlightened brother was beffudled by their anomalous ways.  In the true spirit of sibling relations, for the rest of his stay my brother began to taunt me in a jocular fashion about the two bizarre males who made an unscheduled appearence at our house late on a Friday night.  In these mirthful interlocutions, my brother often referred to Mr.Taylor by the sobriquet Scottie-2-Hottie.  I ultimately came to call Scott by this designation in thought and, occasionally, when speaking of him to other people.  Kiley* also contributed to this new habit of mine.

In conclusion...
Scott has to be one of the most interesting, adaptable, frusrating, and one of the the most remarkable people I know.  He is one of the few people that I would like to know for the rest of my life.  I have found great pleasure in watching Mr.Taylor evolve over my three years at HCHS and am quite honored at the possibility that I may have been involved in his devolpment towards maturity.  I enjoy the fact that we can bicker and thrity minutes later all is forgiven and/or forgotten. If Scott ever has a problem with me or my actions, I trust he will talk to me about it. Everyone probably knows someone like Scott, but rarely takes time to watch them.  You would be amazed at the things you learn.  I know I am.

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*to be profiled at a later date.