Crud, I lost my blog-post trying to save it.
Dang it, I hate that.
Well, I had written this bit about fighting and how the upperclass metal dudes used to punch us in the halls.
It was 1983-84, and it was somehow cool to punch 14 yr old kids.
I didn't like it so much, but didn't dare fight back. These dudes were spooky metal, and really, really big. I was scrawny like all of the other frosh boys, and fighting back wasn't an option. They would have really torn us up.
Later, when I became an upperclassman, I knew that I didn't want to be a jerkhole like those other dudes. I ended up making friends with a lot of the lowerclassmen, and I'm glad that I did.
Those metal dudes used to make me sick to my stomach, and I'd hate to do that to someone else.
Sure, sometimes you've got no choice but to fight... but bullying is pretty lame in my book.
- Daniel
Yet another rant fueled by an acute lack of sleep. Next week, I'm going to return here recharged and reinvigorated.
For now, I sleep.
