Back in the Day
Just a few really quick funny stories from my high school days.
Story #1
Back in high school I was a really shy kid. I mean REALLY shy. I let this one girl, April Miller, call me Sebastian (my name is Christian) for the first few days I knew her in class. Thank goodness somebody finally told her, "Um, I don't think that's his name."
All sorts of problems happen when you have the name 'Christian'. I love it as a name, but people get it wrong all over the place. This might have happened to other Christians as well, but I can't vouch for them. Like on trophies and certificates and other awards I got my name would show up as Christine or Christina - and this happened a few times. Teachers would always say "Christina" when calling roll. "HERE!" I would yell back in my deep voice. They'd get embarrassed and say "Oops". I can understand all of those mistakes somewhat, but frankly I wasn't too happy when they put "Christina" on my high school ID card.
Story #2
The first car I ever had was a 1975 Buick Regal that my grandpa gave to us. It was copper-orange colored with a white vinyl top, and was as long and wide as our 1976 suburban. The doors were 6 feet long and 6 inches thick. That car could take any damage. I swear that I could have rammed it into a semi without getting hurt. I once hit our basketball pole with it (Yes, I can just hear all of you guys saying, "Ha! What a crappy driver!" Well, I DEFY you to be a 16-year-old driver and drive a 1975 Buick Regal and NOT hit anything.) - the pole tilted 3 feet and left just a 2-inch scratch on the car. I finally did some damage to the car when I accidentally backed into a cement wall and smashed the bumper in a couple of inches.
Later on I accidentally fixed it when I was in the Hardees drive through, and the back bumper got caught on the hose faucet - the car made this horrible noise from the rear, and when I finally got free I checked for damage, and instead found that my car was fixed. I was quite proud to tell my parents about that one.
There's a pretty main road in south St. Louis called Baumgartner - a decent amount of cars use it to cut from one main road to another. It's a 2 lane road - the speed limit is 45 mph, and one day my friend and I drove the Regal down this road at 15 mph. Oh man we were beastly kids to do this. We must have had about 30 cars lined up behind us honking at us, and every time one of them would try to pass we would speed up just enough so that they couldn't get by. We told the story later on at church and one lady said, "Oh man that was you guys? I could have KILLED you guys!"
Just thinking about it now makes me laugh, and to everybody out there who has ever been a victim of a tragedy such as this, I want to say that I am truly sorry. Truly! Honest! Hehehehe
Story #1
Back in high school I was a really shy kid. I mean REALLY shy. I let this one girl, April Miller, call me Sebastian (my name is Christian) for the first few days I knew her in class. Thank goodness somebody finally told her, "Um, I don't think that's his name."
All sorts of problems happen when you have the name 'Christian'. I love it as a name, but people get it wrong all over the place. This might have happened to other Christians as well, but I can't vouch for them. Like on trophies and certificates and other awards I got my name would show up as Christine or Christina - and this happened a few times. Teachers would always say "Christina" when calling roll. "HERE!" I would yell back in my deep voice. They'd get embarrassed and say "Oops". I can understand all of those mistakes somewhat, but frankly I wasn't too happy when they put "Christina" on my high school ID card.
Story #2
The first car I ever had was a 1975 Buick Regal that my grandpa gave to us. It was copper-orange colored with a white vinyl top, and was as long and wide as our 1976 suburban. The doors were 6 feet long and 6 inches thick. That car could take any damage. I swear that I could have rammed it into a semi without getting hurt. I once hit our basketball pole with it (Yes, I can just hear all of you guys saying, "Ha! What a crappy driver!" Well, I DEFY you to be a 16-year-old driver and drive a 1975 Buick Regal and NOT hit anything.) - the pole tilted 3 feet and left just a 2-inch scratch on the car. I finally did some damage to the car when I accidentally backed into a cement wall and smashed the bumper in a couple of inches.
Later on I accidentally fixed it when I was in the Hardees drive through, and the back bumper got caught on the hose faucet - the car made this horrible noise from the rear, and when I finally got free I checked for damage, and instead found that my car was fixed. I was quite proud to tell my parents about that one.
There's a pretty main road in south St. Louis called Baumgartner - a decent amount of cars use it to cut from one main road to another. It's a 2 lane road - the speed limit is 45 mph, and one day my friend and I drove the Regal down this road at 15 mph. Oh man we were beastly kids to do this. We must have had about 30 cars lined up behind us honking at us, and every time one of them would try to pass we would speed up just enough so that they couldn't get by. We told the story later on at church and one lady said, "Oh man that was you guys? I could have KILLED you guys!"
Just thinking about it now makes me laugh, and to everybody out there who has ever been a victim of a tragedy such as this, I want to say that I am truly sorry. Truly! Honest! Hehehehe
posted by CT at 12:44 AM
2 Comments:
You know, I can see you doing this, oddly enough. I myself have done it a few times back home in GA. Although, when I did, it was because I was going exactly the speed limit on the road leading to my house. People felt the 35mph in a residential area was too slow. The average speed on that road was about 50. For some reason (call me a megalomaniac if you want) it made me happy to see a line of 20 or so cars behind me.
i used to slow down to 25 or slower on a 35 road when someone was tailgating me. i was (am?) evil.
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