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High School

September 22, 2017

We’ve all pretty much been there – High School. This eternal crucible is where most of us get our true start in life. Our high school experiences mold us into the people who we are to become more than any other experience in our lives.

As we enter high school, we are usually immature children who need a lot of growing up. We usually get that and a whole lot more during our years in high school. I certainly did. When I entered high school. I was still using crutches after a really badly broken leg which left my tibia in over 200 pieces. I was a bit shy and constantly bullied because of my perceived handicap. My whole life needed changing and I set out to do just that.

Finding that I needed to regain my physicality, I turned to surfing for physical therapy. I also embraced the sport to regain my confidence and message a much battered ego. Riding waves and interacting with others in and out of the water seemed to do the trick. When I left high school, I was confident bordering on cocky and I could walk again without a cane. I was ready for the waiting world.

It’s the stuff in between that was really interesting. In my junior year I helped form the Rising Sons Surf Club at Sylmar High School and it soon became one of the premier social focal points on campus. We would stride into the Sports Nights (Friday night dances) with our embroidered shirts ablaze, declaring to all that we thought we were pretty special. We were special in our own little way. But the experience of belonging to a surfing club matured us all in so many small ways. We learned the value of comradery, keeping healthy and even the mathematical logistics of surfing a wave.

High school was also a time of fun and screwing around before the heavy weight of adulthood set in. We loved drinking gallons of beer, campfires on the beach and the adventure of taking off in a car at night with only a vague destination in mine. Selling liquor to unsuspecting freshmen in watered down paper cups was natural and harmless back then. Nobody ever seemed to get busted. The lack of restraints was a wonderful thing and we bathed in the utter calm before the storm.

However, I was always serious and a bit too grounded at times. I was a writer even back then and I always had my head in a book and a pen in my hand. I knew that I would head for college immediately after high school and I seemed to have been constantly preparing for that journey. I was also the guy who knew how to cook and as such did all of the cooking for our merry band of surfers when we were on the road. Fresh muscles over a campfire in Mexico were my specialty.

Years move on with increasing speed after we leave high school. When life’s currents fully envelope us, we become part of the flow and are propelled ever faster onward toward our final destination. We pause occasionally to reflect or go to high school reunions but we find that the feeling was of the moment and can not be relived. It is as it should be. However, for the briefest moments in time we were all there long ago in a place called high school.

The good-looking guy in the photo is me in my 1966 high school graduation photo. (That’s as about as cleaned up as a surfer got back in the day.)

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9 Comments
  1. So where is the photo?

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  2. Duh. I guess the page hadn’t loaded fully yet. Oy, such a looker! 🙂

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  3. Photo seems to say – I can be a friend and will help you, but don’t take advantage or mess with me or mine. Still remember my hs years fondly.

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  4. Reblogged this on allenrizzi and commented:

    Looking back today.

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  5. I enjoyed the read, you are a very good writer. I am going to reblog this one for you.

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  6. Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.

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  7. Dennise Bridgers permalink

    The best part of high school is still being friends 50+ years later with people who never really socialized with us in high school of that we did not socialize with because we thought they were too stuck up or snobs and so we didn’t want to hang with them, either! I think those perceptions were probably misplaced and immature, and we finally all grew out of that phase. We now see each other as adults, who grew up, married and raised families and then hopefully retired from our respective professions with less bias and more common sense and empathy then we had 50 years ago when we knew everything at the ripe old age of eighteen (18) years. We were soldiers, flight attendants, teachers, nurses, airline pilots, construction workers, actors and diplomats. Whatever our chosen path, we did it with gusto! And along the way, we all went through adulthood and somehow survived the good, the bad and the ugly. And now facing our twilight years, our mind wanders back to the great times we had in high school and perhaps we wish we had said hello to the shy girl in our Math class, or maybe learned dating the high school football player was not our finest move. And once again we take the time to bond and find out more about those in our class, their lives, families and passions. We mourn those whom we remembered so fondly who were taken from us way too soon. We have come full circle and I so enjoy reading about all of your lives and experiences and hope to see many of you at our 60th High School Reunion. Forever a Sylmar Spartan…

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    • Nicely written and I hope I didn’t ignore you in high school. I always thought you were cute but we did travel in different groups. High school is kind of like Inia without the red dots. 😂

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