April 9, 2009 "Me"

Still turning 26 in 19 days. A very small and rural town housed the wonderfully underfunded high-school that added my photo to it's 2002 graduation frame. Before that another, slightly larger, version claimed me as a resident. Small town life truly gives a person a different perspective of life. Keg parties and teenage pregnancy litter the memories of my 67 student graduating class. To say that an education could be received from the type of school I attended would be near blasphemy. Because of my affiliation with the football team I received A's in classes I never attended. At the time this was a blessing and only after years of meeting people whom received real educations did I begin to understand my lack of life preparations outside of hunting and praising the lords of Fox News.
I was 15 when I left what I thought was the school I would graduate from and moved to my tiny 3 bar hick-ville. Sophomore year is a difficult time to move but, luckily, I have a twin brother to help bring some of the old school memories to light with my new peers. I was never a popular person in my opinion and always enjoyed the company of people that held more weight on their schoolwork and morals. I wanted to move into the more popular clicks but never could allow myself to follow into the alcoholic and abusive natures of the more popular students. However, in contrast to my past incompetence in popularity I found myself in a new school and surprisingly popular with a certain crowd. I didn't know how to handle it and I was completely overwhelmed and excited by it at the same time. I would like to say women, but at the time girls fit the explenation so much better. Yes, girls had, for the first time, really begun to notice me. I was awkward, skinny and had more than a slight acne problem. Still my twin brother and I had somehow turned more than a few heads. Thinking it was simply because we were new to the school and not related to anyone (a good majority of our class had some sort of relation to at least 1 or 2 other students in the same grade). We were the new blood.
Good things never last. I believe our dorkyness and a few other things began to wear on people and all the intrest in twins disapeared. We were never propper material for popularity with my strong Christian values and my brothers trench coat and all black clothing. We did our best and he dated a few nice girls and I got stuck with the captian of the cheerleading squad that was anything but a "nice" girl.
At this time in my life I was a truly nice person. I would have done anything for anyone and spent much of my time doing things for others, going to church and trying to be a really good boyfriend. I was nieve, moreso than the majority of my classmates.