I should really be reading law, alas, I cannot force myself to at the moment. I am unsure of what to write about, since I am mostly involved in school, and that would be excruciatingly boring to all parties. Therefore, I guess I'll reminisce about something funny that I saw lately, that made me (surprisingly) miss my high school days. For those of you who don't know, I hail from the amazing "unincorporated community" called Fruitland. The school that corresponded to my home was Duchesne High. What I saw that made me go all nostalgic was my homecoming king competition video. While embarrassing, it was fun to see the silliness of our tiny school and the ineptness of the competition. (I won, so that should give you an idea of how silly it really was). (No offense Joe). But, lest I continue down a path of trashing little ol' Duchesne, I will instead laud the virtues of that institution of mid-level learning. Firstly: Duchesne was no limiter of the things that a person wanted to do. You could pretty much do whatever extracurricular activity that you wanted. For example, I was involved in the following activities: Extemporaneous speaking, Lincoln-Douglas debate, FHA (Which was changed after little before I got there from Future Homemakers of America to the lest sexist and exclusive Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America), Humorous Interpretation, School Musicals, Academic Decathlon, the Golf team, Geography bowl, Sterling Scholar, and hell, I even subbed in on FFA once (I wish I could have kept the sweet blue cordory (sp?) jacket they lent me for the competition)
Anyway, the idea is that students in our small school had opportunities to pursue what we wanted. I didn't do basketball, so I never attempted to do an activity there that might have led to a rejection of participation. (Basketball being the only thing in the town sacred and exclusive enough to merit tryouts where people actually got cut).
Anyway, it was easy to be involved at DHS. Another nice thing about growing up in this area is that people are generally pretty nice and understanding. This was fortunate for one of my friends, who will go un-named, one particular Halloween. He thought it would be funny to dress up as a KKK member. While this type of thing can be a big deal, at our high school, a teacher merely told him that it was idiotic and inappropriate and that he would need to take the hood off. Instead of scandal, a news story, and a wave of discussion about how potentially racist our school/students were, the student was admonished and it was over. Instead of being expelled, etc, the student went on with life and is a pretty normal guy. I appreciated that aspect of my small school. I can imagine that this situation would have played out quite differently at a larger school.
Finally, in a small school, most people had lifelong nicknames. In my school, we had Sid, Scro, Gig, Bri, Frank (real name Richard), Bubba, Heed, Wiener, Meyer, and so forth. My name was "Fro", which is cruel irony these days. And politic chic (the only person who reads this blog) used to be known as "Zo". It is a funny small town quirk that the community feels the need to rename all of its members.
I could write more about the joys of Duchesne, but I think I will leave it to a future post. Also, I think that I will start blogging more frequently. I know that the masses are cheering in joy right this instant.
2 comments:
Good ol Duchesne.... we had some good times. Good memories.
When I can be on the track team, you KNOW it is all inclusive!
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