Blog 11: 9th grade

          My goal was to be the best in everything. I was very competitive in all I did. That was how I got my attention. I was very materialistic, too. I have 27 trophies. 19 medals ( 9 gold, 7 silver and 3 bronze–and a bronze medal for National coed volleyball), and way too many ribbons and certificates. They were mostly for swimming, but they include tennis, baseball, football, pool, bowling, and volleyball. I am telling this now because this was the time period that I won many of them. Now, they are just items and only mean something to me.

(Surprise on the swim team)

        Terri and I won Rookies of the year our 8th grade in swimming. We decided to keep swimming during the summer and both became much faster because of it. When school started, the swimmers were placed in the lane for practice that had people they were most equal to in time. Two fastest lanes were in the middle two. It was a huge surprise when I was placed in the fastest boys lane with three juniors. I was not liked at first, but eventually we all became a team and we had no problems. Terri and I became the first 9th graders to Letter. I lettered every year of high school.

        I know this is bragging, but it was something I did and it was special to me. I stayed in scouting and at 15 I joined the Explorers. The summer between 8th and 9th grade was the first year I became a lifeguard at the (now gone) city pool. I loved that job and it was great having my own money, (even if it was just for the summer.) During this time, I did not have to beg to my dad for cash. Mom became very active with the Explorer post and began going into the hospital more often.

        You need to know that when my sisters were in high school, they had many parties at my house and Terri and I were able to sneak our way into them. At that time, kids could drink alcohol if we had a guardian. My parents agreed to be the guardians as long as everyone brought a permission slip from their parents to drink. (Yeah, right. Most letters were written and signed by the participants.) I would always sneak drinks that people sat down. I got drunk many times. As I said before, it was no secret that my family lived in filth. It took a lot,(usually with help from friends) to clean the house well enough for dad to let us have the parties.

(Living in private shame)

        One time, dad came home very drunk. He was in a horrible mood, Being Saturday, most of us were still in bed asleep. Dad came to each of our rooms with his belt and demanded we come to the living room. When we got in there, dad went through each room and kicked and pushed everything,(even just shoving things off the dining room table). He made a huge pile and he had us get in it, He told us we could not leave the room until the pile was gone, It took all day, and then we had to do laundry, dishes and bathrooms. You would think we would have learned a lesson, but before long, the entire house was back as it was before. We had roaches, mice, and even rats.

        As far as my life, I had a girlfriend almost the entire year all during high school. We had an understanding that at school, we showed no affection. I was afraid of anything being said. But, outside of school was a different thing. My girlfriends were all involved in either swimming, scouts or both. We spent many hours together and I put them all on a pedestal. I tried to do what the Bible taught us to do, but that did not stop other things from happening. I never had to do anything, they just happened. When someone, (many nice looking), made advances, I did not turn them down. We were taught in church to respect women, but very few talked about any other actions. And besides, It was all I knew.

(My first French Kiss)

        In Seagoville, every year they would have a carnival, I was standing in line for a ride when a girl and her sister came behind me. I promised not to say who because we ended up in different clichés in school. However, she allowed me to go around the carnival with them. We had a wonderful time. I had liked her, but never felt there was the same to me. When it came time for them to go home, they had to meet their ride at the end of the street away from the carnival. It was dark, so I came with them. While waiting, the conversation got serious and we began to kiss. All of a sudden, I had her tongue in my mouth. Surprised and embarrassed, I stuck my tongue into her mouth, too. It was amazing. We kissed until her ride came along. This was a one time get together. And though it was a special time in my life, I never told anyone who it was because I did not want anything to happen to her status at school. But, to her, I thank you.

        I did not realize these years had many things to cover when I started my blog. I guess I will have to continue it in Blog 12. Until then…..

• 16th Aug 2017
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