Chapter 2:
September 18th, 1991
Dear friend,
I may have underestimated the predictability of high school. It is entirely boring. If life's biggest lesson is to prepare for the inevitable boredom and monotony of working life than high school has perfected this to a fine art. It got to the stage where I was forced to impersonate my tyrannical wood shop teacher just to save the rest of the class from the depths of despair. Unfortunately, Mr Callahan is so egotistical and narrow minded he merely saw my impersonation as a direct insult to himself and ignored the needs of the masses. He therefore insisted on degrading me to the class as some sort of twisted revenge (As if taking freshman shop in my senior year isn't bad enough. Heck, as if just taking shop isn't bad enough!). So as I sauntered back to my seat I caught the eye of a cute freshman checking me out (that's what happens in my version of events anyway). In reality he is probably as predictable as the rest of the drones at this school and was laughing along with the crowd at my new found nickname. (The ever so original, nothing). I mean, aren't teacher's supposed to prevent this kind of bullying, not lead the mob?
It's all for the best anyway. (The freshman laughing at me I mean). I doubt Brad would have taken the news of my secret admirer very well, what with us being all sober and loved up these days.
Love Always
Patrick