Identity
In 1989, I discovered Post-Modern MTV, re-confirming for me that bands like Camouflage, The The, and Depeche Mode were around to stay, at least for a while. I wished that I'd found them earlier. There wasn't a day that went by that New Order's Substance didn't make it to my cassette deck.
One day, toward the end of 9th grade, I hadn't been feeling well most of the day. I'd had grape juice and grape nuts cereal with milk for breakfast (the grape-ness of the meal was utterly unintentional). About halfway through biology class, (during a lecture on viruses, coincidentally enough), a sudden bout of nausea hit me, and I showered my whole lab table with bright royal blue vomit. Occasionally I'll run back into old friends from back home, and people still ask how I managed to get it that color.
I found out the transition to high school is nearly as bad as the transition to junior high, but at least it's a cool place to dread going to. There was nothing cool about junior high.
I ran for class president. I lost. I decided once again that popularity was not for me, and began burrowing into 3 years of life in high school subculture.
I had a new wave haircut. No, I don't have any pictures you can see.
A guy in the hall asked if I had some white-out he could borrow. I did. He sniffed it up his nose. I cursed my own naivete.
I had a German pen-pal. When the Berlin wall fell, I had a million questions for her. I wondered if the peace sign on my keychain actually did mean something, after all.
I learned, with the help of some new friends from one of my Friday classes, that the key to skipping class is looking like you know where you're going. I spent a lot of time at IHOP.
I got my first CD player for Christmas. My first two CDs were Erasure The Innocents and Tangerine Dream Miracle Mile. There was also Disintegration, by the Cure, on cassette tape – I had to replace it with a CD only a couple of years later because I'd worn the cassette out.
One day, toward the end of 9th grade, I hadn't been feeling well most of the day. I'd had grape juice and grape nuts cereal with milk for breakfast (the grape-ness of the meal was utterly unintentional). About halfway through biology class, (during a lecture on viruses, coincidentally enough), a sudden bout of nausea hit me, and I showered my whole lab table with bright royal blue vomit. Occasionally I'll run back into old friends from back home, and people still ask how I managed to get it that color.
I found out the transition to high school is nearly as bad as the transition to junior high, but at least it's a cool place to dread going to. There was nothing cool about junior high.
I ran for class president. I lost. I decided once again that popularity was not for me, and began burrowing into 3 years of life in high school subculture.
I had a new wave haircut. No, I don't have any pictures you can see.
A guy in the hall asked if I had some white-out he could borrow. I did. He sniffed it up his nose. I cursed my own naivete.
I had a German pen-pal. When the Berlin wall fell, I had a million questions for her. I wondered if the peace sign on my keychain actually did mean something, after all.
I learned, with the help of some new friends from one of my Friday classes, that the key to skipping class is looking like you know where you're going. I spent a lot of time at IHOP.
I got my first CD player for Christmas. My first two CDs were Erasure The Innocents and Tangerine Dream Miracle Mile. There was also Disintegration, by the Cure, on cassette tape – I had to replace it with a CD only a couple of years later because I'd worn the cassette out.