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...there's never enough time.Wednesday, August 23, 2000
So Long Never-Never Land
From : "A J"
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Subject : so long never-never land...
Date : Wed, 23 Aug 2000 08:32:52 0100
in 10th grade, some of us where fortunate enough to have mr. starkweather as a
teacher. he was one of those guys that you couldn't help but love. sweet, kind
hearted, wouldn't hurt a fly. he was a grandfather to everyone who sat in his
classroom. a man like that, you'd believe that he was perfect -not one thing
wrong with the guy. well, there was one thing.
he kinda smelled.
but it was fitting. i'm not saying it was good. just that, it was fitting. with
he little pot belly poking through his shirt. the bottom buttons hanging on for
dear life. i always remembered invisioning one of those buttons popping off and
hitting me in the forehead. and i sat in the back row. i pittied the poor
bastards who sat up front.
mr. starkweather would walk the isles between our not so even rows, "coming
around to see how we made out." as he walked by, just as with every other human,
a smell cloud followed him. you know what i'm talking about. when someone you
liked would walk by you in class, you'd induldge in their after aroma as long as
the moment held on. but when some like, say....george warren walked by, you held
your breath.
anyway, starkweather would walk by, and if you weren't ready for it, his smell
would hit you like a dump truck. so, as the year progressed, david long and i
would talk and joke about his smell, and how it would just hit you. i can no
longer remember whether it was he or i who came up with the horrible pun, but it
was birthed between the two of us. when something hits you hard, it hits you
like a starkweather. not a dumptruck.
it's 2.56am
in 5 hours i have to get up at dismantle my computer which i'm sitting at right
now, and pack it into my van. it's the final thing i have to do before i leave.
SUNY Purchase of the Performing Arts! WHOO!!HOO!! as pete metzler refers to it,
Poorchoice. get it? cos i still don't.
anyway tonite, i just wanted to reflect upon, and i felt that my email address
book audience would be the best place to do it. you see, i don't have to be
there when i tell you this, i don't have to listen to you laugh at me, or i
don't even have to watch you hit the delete button. you guys are the best
audience i've ever had.
for those of you who remember, i used to send out riddles way back in the day.
when we were in high school. when college, it was so close, yet it wasn't
happening to us yet.
i wrote a riddle/newsletter after i got home from our senior banquit. something
i wrote made a couple of people cry. i can't remember who, nor can i recall what
i wrote. i bitched and moaned about what little time we have left. 4 months! til
graduation! oh my god! 1 month! 10 days! HOLY SHIT IT'S HERE! what now?
we still had the summer.
what now? i'll tell you what now.
now we say goodbye. we cry. we laugh. we hug and shake hands. we cry. we cry. we
cry. we cry. and we cry.
tonite i went to sport o's with josh, dave long, david damico and dustin. becky
rider was there, and so was nicole....sitting next to me, not saying a word was
wendy. i bought her a bagle or "bogel" as josh hates...
after a suck ass "dinner" we all stood around outside, in the freezing cold. it
must've been about 60 outside, but none the less, cold.
we all just kinda looked at each other. not sure of what to say or what to do.
we're new at this. we all are. for the past two months of summer we've be
wondering around in our thunderclouds of ignorance, not facing what was going to
happen.
and here it is, standing there, outside with us, shivering along with us as
well.
this isn't the end.
this is only the beginning.
what we just went through, high school, middle school, grade school...it's all
the prologe, the overused often skipped and forgoten intro to every hip hop cd
you've ever bought...
tomorrow really is the first day, of the rest of my life.
this feeling, i don't think it's really hit me yet. going to college, starting
my life.
growing up.
growing up.
where's never-never land when you need it?
it's been real guys,
so long....
aaron joy.
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