ecovlke's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7: The Outcast Club Chapter 7: The Outcast Club In the town where I was raised, numerous elementary schools dotted the city. These schools fed the two junior highs, which were located on either end of town. In turn these two force fed a single, centrally located high school. In this senior high melting pot, all of the town's different teenage caste systems came together like matter and anti-matter. I'm not sure if I was the matter or the anti-matter, it doesn't matter. It was here that a small underground, ragtag band of overlooked misfits from around the city, unbeknown to the Prom King and Queen, meet, and with no set plan to topple the high school heiarchy, began to form a friendship. We were not Monty Python spouting, comic book reading, sci-fi convention nerds. Okay I'll admit that some of us did read a lot of J.R.R. Tolkien, found Python funny, I had a lot of underground comics, and once we snuck(without paying) into a sci-fi convention in a near by big city. But between these hooliganistic outbursts of geekdom, we talked about things in life which helped shape us, and would also give us something to talk about at our 20th class reunion. We introduced each other to people like the inventor R. Buckminster Fuller and the architect Frank Lloyd Wright. I became seriously addicted to artist like Marvin Cone and Edward Hopper. We talked about the Bauhaus (yes both the band and the German design school). We listened to the music of Aaron Copeland and other classic composers right along with punk and new wave music. We even tried our hand at a garage band. We made all of the midnight art movies that we could. I even had the stereotypical buddy that would show up at any hour of the night, knock on my window, and from here we would talk for hours, until the conversation staled. He would then ride off on his bike dissappearing into the darkness like a spector. So I do have fond memories of high school. My high school comrades in arms. Like wartime army buddies we have a lifelong connection, though we never see each other. 6:48 p.m. - 2001-09-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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