Monte Vista

As a sophmore in high-school, this was my best year at that time. I made friends and I no longer felt like I was at the bottom of the food chain. I didn't carry a lot of self doubt and loathing. I just seemed to of found so many flaws with others, and found a part of myself that has escalated into a kind of conspiracy theory person, due to the things I found wrong with other people.
I discovered that as much as I liked drama class and acting. The teachers always favored the seniors which I found disappointing and felt it was rather discriminatory. I discovered that not only were teachers often ignorant, not infallible and jumped to conclusions. But they were often dishonest, and deeply flawed. I was walking down a road where I was turning into a bad person, tired of being victimized and wanted to be immune to it. I felt the only way I could be able to be on top was to be the person victimizing instead. Take what I want, do what I want, and to hell with everyone else. Now I had a code not to victimize people I cared about. If I'm important to you, then you are important to me. To everything else, the devil may care! I was like James Dean! I'm not proud of a lot of things I did during this period of time, and afterwards. The reason I did a lot of things is because being put in this school wasn't really the contributing factor. But the things that happened within it, and hugely the fact that my relatives were not in contact with me at all. When I'd call my mother, she treated me like I was bothering her, and like I was being a baby. The honest truth is I can't remember anyone calling me, writing me. And I looked forward to any excuse to be able to call. But I learned to stop calling because I'd just be confronted with my mother treating me like an unwanted redhaired stepchild.
My best friend at the time June seemed to of really understood what I was going through. She always saw the good in me, and felt confident I accepted Jesus into my heart. I may have, but I didn't accept organized religion from what I saw happening around me. Black kids were getting kicked out of the school for things they didn't do, and it was a true conspiracy. Everyone loved the black kid who had been there the previous year. Good kid! And he was gung ho for Jesus, and the school. We all knew he wasn't a theif. Turns out June's dad wasn't just a dishwasher trying to put his kid through school. They were dirty poor for sure, I mean you should of seen there car! That little piece of crap malformed car was probably a treasure to them too! June's clothes she wore to school did not help her much. She was shunned and picked on because she was Goony Gile! Ugly, not popular, and poor! Kids that went to this school generally had money. Anyways, June's dad was working there as he was getting paid by Pinkerton's on top of it, to find out what was really going on. Turns out this private school had it's own agenda's. Teachers were giving bad grades to kids who were A -B students because they wanted to kick them out so they could rake in more money by replacing them. Dorm kids were being set up with crimes they didn't commit because their money was not refundeable, and new residents was pure profit. And most of these kids were the black kids because some of these untoucheable staff and faculty were biggots. My grades weren't messed with, accept by Dunlap. The bugeyed troll who screwed with my dissection of the frog. She removed it's heart to bring my grade down, and it was in there when I turned it in. Two teachers in that school got fired for standing up against the injustice being commited there. Rosa and McCandles. They actually picketed, the year after I was there. Students were so angry they were seriously contemplating burning the dorms and school down. A staff brat as we called them was unable to live on campus with her parents because she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, and even after giving up her child for abortion and repenting. She still was not allowed to live with her parents on the property.
So then June's dad Don who was working for Pinkertons busted the case wide open and a lot of people lost their jobs. The conspiracy was ended, and the story hit the news paper. It was a big thing there in Watsonville. I also heard that there was a teacher in the Jr. High that was having a relationship with one of his students. I wasn't there but I heard that the teacher and the student were no longer there anymore. That they must of gotten caught, and no one knew what happened to the teacher, and the girl simply just didn't go to school there anymore. My big dissapointment was that one of the Jr. High teachers son who attended there stole my skateboard and put my trucks on his board. I found his board and kept it. I sanded the paint off it and redid the whole thing. It was now my board, until it was confiscated from me. Apparently the kid that stole my board reported his missing. My friends stood up for me and told the Dean that those were my wheels and trucks on the board. But because of who the theifs father was. I was told to shut up about it. If I didn't give up the board, I was going to get expelled, and it was almost the end of the school year. At that moment I seriously hated that dean, and the injustice of everything. I really didn't give a crap about school at that time, and I would of told the dean to fuck himself had I not been afraid of what my parents would do.
Before leaving the school, June and I vowed to always keep in touch. We had a funny experience when I told her right before we went to club Jesus that I had a crush on Thea. June's reply was that she had a crush on me. June was a very special person to me, but we were so different. She was ugly, I was handsome and full of myself. I came from a wealthy family, and she came from the dirt poor. I loved June like a sister, but I was never going to love her like anything else. I went through periods where I thought to myself what I'd do for a love like hers. That if I wasn't so shallow. But I don't think like that anymore. Her and I are very different and we would of never of worked out. I was grateful for her friendship.
Around the middle of June, June invited me to Yvonne's where they were celebrating their mutual birthday. Yvonne's being June 7 or 8, I don't recall. June's was the 9th and mine the 11th. How funny! Three gemini's. June was there with Bill, who'm she wanted to make me jealous. Bill was a good looking guy and I couldn't believe she was trying to make me jealous. Yvonne liked Bill and wanted him to be jealous. And Yvonne was dancing with me. She was very cute at that time, before she started putting on the weight that just wouldn't stop. So we were dancing and it might as well been the first time I ever danced with a girl before. Yvonne had a nice body, and she was well developed. She had a baby making figure if you know what I mean, and I had an erection that wouldn't stop. I was feeling light headed, and hungry like a starved vampire. Fortunately nothing happened though our minds both went there. I kept in contact with Yvonne for years afterwards. I have to say the future infront of us was not very kind, and was very regretful. As June and Yvonne both turned out to be people I kind of wished I never had met. But I have to wonder what would of happened to me had I not met them, or had anything to do with in the future. I probably would of never had moved to Watsonville, San Jose, and San Francisco.
People who I remember well from school that year was Osamu Shigimoto my first roomate. Osamu pulled some stunt where he put his weiner in a finess bottle and ran around the dorm naked. Unfortunately for Osamu the whole school found out about him and his tiny pecker that was small enough to fit in there. When ever he had a crush on a white girl there. The response wasn't very flattering at all due to that stunt. Osamu didn't have much of a sense of humor and didn't take kindly to me ribbing him so we made very bad roomates and he had a grudge against me from then on. Nate Moore was a good friend to me, always sarcastic but a good friend. Nate Kaupua we all felt bad for. The head dean was bangin his mom, and Nate was always in trouble for doing something stupid. He shoplifted and got caught more than a couple of times. Matter of fact we all went shoplifting when we were away from the school. Kaupua was stupid about it though, he was dropping candy as he was shoving gummi worms in his mouth and was just a fuckin retard about it. We didn't shoplift around him because we knew he would get caught and we didn't want to get taken down with him. I mean we could of all been stupid, but a retard could tell he was going to get caught and we'd be guilty from association. Nate was always working off that at school too. The dean would pull his ass out of the fire and put him to work. It was a blessing it really was. But we still felt bad for him. He was likeable, but dumb as rocks. The girls adored him, he was charming. But stupid! Scott Gillespie everyone knew him. He dressed like a preppie, but listened to all the music that was contraband. Scott was loved by everyone but he really broke the rules and he could get away with them because he had the perfect reputation. As the big brother, talking to people straightening them out. And everything about Scott being so perfect yet able to get away with murder began to make me dislike him. Scott wasn't perfect, he treated women like meat, he was a wolf in sheeps clothing. Hypocritical of me I suppose because I was a wolf, just not much good at wearing the sheeps clothing. We all remember Heindrix who died in a car crash a few years later. He was always talking about the Heindrix manuever while pretending to hump someone's leg. Dork! Nate Blakemoore, the slow guy from Arizona. Always talking about drugs and being a tough guy. We picked on him a lot and he always seemed to deserve it. He was a nice guy and we picked on him too much, but I guess a lot of people thought it was for his own good. He was certainly one to feel pitty for.
I realize writting this I sound like a cold shallow fucked up person. I'm just stating the feelings I had at the time. I know very well I did some messed up things and I wasn't a very good person. We all knew Tiffany Kenko, the school slut. Tiffany was cute, a little chubby but smart, flirtatious and always had that look on her face that she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and enjoy every moment of it. I tried to resist her due to her reputation, but her friends kept pressuring me. We had one kiss and it was fatal. My first kiss and I must of sucked because she dumped me like a hat. She told me that she'd get in trouble for having a boyfriend. Her brother Thad was going to gnark her out. It was bullshit. Nate Moore went out with her next, and they stayed together the whole school year. Probably because Nate had more experience than I did. But I guess it was for the best. She was a heartless little wench. What I understood was Tiffany would go after a guy just because a friend of hers liked him. She would ruin it for them.
I ended up going out with Kelly. Kelly was a kind of a dork, cause after we made a commitment to go steady, she started dancing like she was Julia Andrews in "The sound of music". I regreted not keeping in touch with her. But I felt that was the way things worked. You go out with someone, you go to a different school, move away. But I was friends with June and kept in contact but not Kelly. Well she found me on the internet earlier this year, and we are good friends. At the time I went out with Kelly for the wrong reasons and none of the right ones. She was nice, cool, she was cute even though she was heavy. But to me she was the only person who would be interested in me because kissing Tiffany Kenko was my death warrant. Kelly has always been wicked smart, and she's got a sexy personality. Her weight has kept her from being the girl every guy wants. Or at least doesn't know it yet.
So I broke up with Kelly because the year was almost up, and I broke her heart. And I was sad and choked up about it. Wondering what I was doing, and having some kind of stupid martyr complex about it because I thought it would be easier then than later.
And on the last day, I was sitting out front waiting for mom to get their. She picked me up in the motor home. We drove back to southern california from there. Stopping in San Jose to go to the Winchester mystery house. We watched part of a movie at the theatre, and it wasn't a very good movie for us kids. We left at the part of the movie where Jack Nicholson's homeless girlfriend had to give a guy a hand job to stay in the car to be warm and not outside.
I think it was called Iron Weeds.
Anyways we return home and I learn my parents are getting a divorce.