With Them

   So I was in Game Stop buying Mortal Kombat 9 when I ran into this cute kid that's in my Human Growth & Development class. I've known him since high school, and I actually smoked K-2 with him for the first time. We were probably 17 years old. It's not surprising to run into him two years later because this town is just that small.

     I smiled at when I saw him because, as I said, he's cute. I even managed a "hey". I was actually embarrassed. I was wearing these bright M&M pajama pants and a gray shirt with the word 'volleyball' running across the front. If I remember correctly, I was wearing fucking white socks with flip-flops, too. WHO GOES OUT IN PUBLIC LIKE THIS?!? This chick. And who suffers the consequence when she runs into an adorable guy in the middle of a store that thrives off testosterone? Still this chick.

   "Look who it is!" he yelled across the store. "Dude... you pay attention so much. Every day in class you just be all hovered over your notebook, scribbling shit! You look like this!" He mimicked me reading the board with my head up, then hurriedly looking down and writing as fast he could. He repeated the motion another three times. I probably turned red.

   "And what about you!" I yelled back. "You sit back and don't seem to do anything! But then you did your Power Point and sounded all educated and shit." He smiled and his yellowish tan eyes glowed against his dark skin.

   "Damn right I sounded educated!" he said in a cocky tone, then laughed. College guys. He actually found my game for me and I left the store. I was so excited that someone else acknowledged how much effort I put into my schooling. R.G. would die if he knew about this. I texted him:

"This kid from my one of my classes just made fun of me for being studious.
Are you happy?"

   His reply: "Ecstatic!"

   Man, the last time I had R.G. for a teacher was in the 11th grade. The class was American History. I think I did pretty well. I smoked a lot of weed that year. Probably before school. Sometimes at lunch. Most likely after school. I walked out on my volleyball team in the middle of a homecoming game. I really isolated myself from my classmates (all 11 other of them). I was the definition of teen angst.

   But here we are, 2 years later and I'm rolling with the best of them.

   These were actually recorded last week. In that time, I managed to get my A&P grade up to an A but my Dietary Nutrition went down to a B. I'll get back to it's proper place by next week. Anyway, I've been to some dark places in my 19 years on this planet but I'm definitely at one of my best.
To which I conclude with: