School trips (band and otherwise)

I have trivial pursuits. proud pursuits. pathetic pursuits, ( too many of those); primal pursuits (when ill, primal takes a different direction (ie. survival)!

I suspected i had the tendency to "stray off the path" in high school - another example of trivial pursuit - and my adventures are still mostly of the mind variety! Notes from high school: Geography second floor, old, musty smell of wood staircases and creaking floors, worn, wide halls. I wish i could tell Mr. Biribauer that i liked his class even though he kicked me out. We called him koala because of his hair being so cute and straight up. He was very tolerant with me.

The unmarked, identical lockers, pristine monuments to hall monitors and prefects, lockers with shiny rows of shiny locks in place, in this sombre hall of my school, these metal tombs for junk and textooks, were all reserved for nifty-niners. Seniors were kicked to the basement. Toughen them up, maybe they thought. I was working off detention time by delivering mail to the teachers along the upstairs science departments and as he answered the door, i thought he had a wistful look when he realized it was me.

Music in the basement, toot, toot, toot, rest, toot, repeat.
Hand after hand after hand of Euchre. Necking with what's his name in the back of the bus and he felt me up too. His last name was Jewison but i'm pretty sure it wasn't Norman!!hahaha.
I had a crush on my band teacher. He told me to leave class and come back when i'm not stoned.


I wish i could tell Mr. Biribaur how, now, in two-thousand and nine, i've learned a few good lessons since i took his geography course in grade nine, nineteen sixty-nine.

I would like to describe to him how i found out along the way that the world's incessant, majestic variety has a mystery to it which he intimated was there. Each species, sub-species, proton/neuron, hill and valley, deciduous forest and human life, marine life animal, bird, all of it is backed up, held up by symmetry and balance and order. But if weren't for followin hilarious purpose down tragic paths we would have no Shakespeare, no Christ, no martyr to lean on. I consume as much as i can - it's so pathetically trivial, it feels like i have the flu.

I want more trees, marshes, bogs, birds and sunsets in my life.

I missed my high school reunion but this time - NO DETENTION - unless 'guilt' trip follow/
Hmmm.

I took many trips in high school, some bad, some not.