memories of high school times,good and bad...

i am just thinking of a lot of things,right now... it is just odd,because i listen to music,or classic old-time radio,at night... so,tonight,i am listening to some old Elvis Presley("Heartbreak Hotel",actually,right now)...  i love all types of music,from old blues music,jazz,country,classic R&B,and rock... sometimes,i turn on Broadway musicals,classical music,and,strangely,opera... then i turn on classic old-time radio,anything from 1932's Police Headquarters,to 1950's Gunsmoke,Dragnet,and Yours Truly,Johnny Dollar... i changed the channel to 70's music,on 70's on 7... now it is "Rock and Roll",by Led Zeppelin... i even listened to a track from Jimi Hendrix changing the channel,for a bit...  i am now dancing to,"Sunshine",by Jonathan Edwards... i am in a very odd mood,tonight... strange i am,tonight(to quote Yoda,from the Star Wars series of movies)... i am thinking about my high school years,and most of that time,i was so miserable,but i tried to just survive two plus years of misery by listening to music(almost got suspended from school for taking my radio back from my english teacher who wanted to keep it until June,of my junior year),and marathon running,because you will never believe how close i came to hanging myself,in what was the closet,but was 4 by 8's and space between the studs... oddly,if she(my english teacher)had kept the radio,i would not have survived that week... no one really asked me why i took the radio back home... the reason:i was in a real severe depression,and i honestly thought about dying,but i pulled myself up by the bootstraps,even though i was in serious trouble,no doubt... it took years to do that... "American Woman" by the Guess Who,is now on,and i really remember walking down 44th street listening to the song,playing so loud that you hear it blocks away,and i was so pumped by it... now,Steve Martin,with "King Tut"... strangely,i went after high school to see the King Tut exhibition,in San Francisco,for free,saw the death mask,from inches away,too... i do not blame anybody for my misery,at that time... i blame myself,but honestly i am ecstatic that i survived that personal hell more than anything,so i now understand that time of my life... simply,what misery!!! i am just listening to high school memories,and not all of that time was miserable,but there were times that i barely survived,and other times that were more fun than i can ever say,like being a Boy Scout,at summer camp,and flipping a finger to a camp staffer who really wanted to wake up Senior Staff,and they just had climbed the Sutter Buttes up to the ranger station,all night,and had gotten in at 5:30 that morning... they would have beaten him to a bloody pulp(laughing)... damn right!!! i got a deep thank you from one Senior Staff member,who heard the altercation outside the tent,or the time,later that day,the Senior Staff(who was treated like crap the entire two weeks)went into the camp kitchen,with a crow bar,and a baseball bat,broke into the freezer,and took home the remaining fish that they had caught... i joined in on the fun,seeing the cook staff backing up from us,when shown the crow bar,and baseball bat... we were very pissed at that point... i even remember sprinting down the road being clocked at thirteen miles per hour down from Sand Pond... what a real thrill!!! i used that speed in running my first marathon(my time:5:30),when i ran the first ten miles,in 1:04(officially 1:12,because i was eight minutes late for the start of the race;Mom got lost in San Francisco),and i actually ran ten miles for practice,in 56 minutes,before the race,so i was prepared for the race... what a time and life!!!