>>39404778I don't have a High School yearbook, but I have a Middle School one from 8th grade that's basically the same ordeal, except minus the phone numbers. I don't even recall the people who signed it, and most of those kids I didn't even hang out with or much less spoke to on a regular basis. I think most of them just thought I was a weirdo that occasionally dozed off in class, and nearly ended up getting held back due to my laziness. I've spent a lot of time thinking about my old school life this past week, and all it does is keep bringing back painful memory after painful memory, and the fact that my High School memories are essentially nonexistent because I quite literally slept through all of my classes everyday up until Junior year, where I dropped out and got my GED just makes it hurt even more. The only class I enjoyed was a computer class where I learned some stuff about Photoshop that only lasted for one semester, and Horticulture, which was my last period at the end of the day, where students had to take a bus because the separate buildings were a little ways down the street, but other than that, that was it. I had taken a 3D art class, thinking it would involve computers, but it was just paper mache projects, and because I didn't enjoy the class as much as I thought I did, and because I didn't like the teacher, I always wound up holing myself up in one of the bathrooms in the school for the entire period, so each day my mom would get a call from the school saying that I missed class. It feels like it's been an eternity since then, but it's only been about 8 or 9 years. Sometimes I wish I could go back and redo it all, but that doesn't make the memories any less painful, or doesn't change the moments I found myself crying alone in the hallway because I had no one and was a loner. Whenever I think back to anything embarrassing in that time, my body gets hot, and it's like I just stare into space, unable to do anything until the feeling wears off.
