Lesson 2: From Puppy to Cardinal

I was looking though my 8th grade middle school yearbook the other day and I just realized how much people change in just a mere five years. I’m looking though all the autographs and all I could make out were phrases like “Stay Hot!” “Stop dating 6th graders.” “AzN PiMp!” “Got Rice?” “Let’s play CS.” “Cya at BHS.” 512Mb of RDRAM also happened to be beast back then. “Bloody Child” decided to take up a whole page for her autograph, and my Algebra I teacher was kind enough to say that I will rule the world. So all in all, at that time I was a hot azn cs player 6th grader pimp who was destined to rule the world, but first had to go to BHS. So I did just that…

Bellaire High School certainly was different than Lanier. First of all, no more “Purple and Red” days or block schedule, this means no more putting off homework for a day. Homework was due the next day after class. I thought I was going to die. There wasn’t a strict dress code either, so now I had to decide what to wear each morning! There were no curly fries in the cafeteria, it was a long walk home each day in the blistering humid Houston heat, and sodas were five cents more. I was obviously not looking forward to my high school days.

During my freshman year, most of my classes happened to be Pre-AP/IB classes, which meant that I was “gifted,” and wanted to hang out with Asians more often. Classes like Biology didn’t make any sense to me, other than sperm having glucose as an artificial sweetener. Geometry made me dislike math to this day, even when I enjoyed Algebra I. My English teacher couldn’t put up with me being tardy all the time. I think the only class I enjoyed was office aid, because I learned how to use a stapler. I rarely participated in school clubs, so I guess one could say I wasn’t too enthusiastic about the whole idea of school.

Goals at the time: 5.0GPA and don’t get beat up in school. Perfect the AWP in Counter-Strike.

But I knew one year later, I would be laughing at all the incoming freshmen. So learn to hate your freshman year, but embrace the rest of your time. Just remember we were all freshmen at some point in our lives.

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