After grade eight, I left school.

I didn’t drop out of school; I switched to homeschooling, and I stayed there until university.

I’ve sort of touched on this already, I know. At some point in this 365-day blogging project, maybe I’ll find a way to explain junior high and why I left with some sort of eloquence. For now, I’ll say this: I was tortured, tormented, and taunted on a daily basis until I was scared to go to school. I became sick. With fear? Depression? Both? Probably. I ended up skipping the last 2-3 months of grade eight and being escorted by both my mom and a teacher to and from each of my final exams to ensure that I’d be safe.

In a nutshell, junior high was awesome.

But that’s not the point. The point is I home-schooled. I spent grades 9-12 either in front of my computer doing online courses or hunched over books doing distance learning style courses. It took a lot of self-initiative, because I would only meet with a teacher at my school’s main office if I needed serious help. Aside that that, I was on my own.

So I was on my own a lot.

I spent a lot of time on the internet, which was basically the only place I made friends. Some of those friendships were brief, and some of them were lasting. Okay, one of them was lasting. Here’s a shot of my girl Meredith and I when she came to visit me back in the day. I was 16, and she was 17:


Hi, Mere! I’m happy we’re still in friend-love!

Here’s what I realized, though: while I geeked out on the internet, other people went to high school. They had all those quintessential high school moments, like dances, and boyfriends and girlfriends, and track meets or whatever, and I was at home, on message boards for bands I liked. Oh, and grad! Epic, epic grad!

But wait a second – did they?

Guys, in my mind, high school is just like in the movies/TV. It’s just like Freaks and Geeks, Heathers, Clueless, Mean Girls, The Breakfast Club, and Grease. 

And I’ve learned over the last little while that no matter what you tell me about how high school really was, I will never believe you. It’s engrained.

Movies and TV took over a part of my memory.

The Breakfast Club

Please tell me I’m not alone. I feel really weird about it.