The SamuraiMarine

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A Stirring of Memories

This last weekend I went to my High School reunion.

When I first planned on attending, I stopped at some point, I could not tell you when, and asked myself why I was going. The question itself sort of surprised me, as occasionally happens when I challenge my own thought process. So I delved into the reason by not looking at the reunion, but looking back… At High School.

I went to South High School in Bakersfield California. I started in 1982 and finished that sentence off in 1986. I was not a great student; frankly I was a very poor student, but not because I was dumb, High School bored me to tears, and except for a very few people, I got along with no one.

In fact, I would be willing to lay odds on the possibility that it is as a result of South High that I developed, and later overcame, a fear of confrontation. High school was all about confrontation, every day. I was not a popular person, nor was I very outgoing or part of one of the many cliques that form in high school.

I was part of the Computer Nerd clique… This was neither the favored nor popular clique and immediately opened any member up to potential assault by others. I can even recall a couple occasions that a person or two that I new, and had gotten along with before high school, would come over and talk to me, usually in the library or class, but would immediately end the conversation as soon as their friends came by or showed up. This duality taught me much more than some of my classes did about people, and I still carry that lesson with me to this day.

I cannot say that I entirely disliked high school, though. My favorite parts of school were my science classes and most of the teachers I had throughout school. Teachers that made the biggest impression on my life were people like Mrs. Prior, Mr. Peck, Mr. Stricker, Mr. Wright, Mr. Gates, Mrs. Porter and Mrs. Sullivan. Some of these teachers are no longer with us, but this is a result of the passage of time. Their legacy lives on, and will continue to do so, through their students. We will carry a part of them with us no matter what we do in life, and that will, in turn, affect others.

I also cannot say that I did not have friends in high school. I had several friends, and this includes the ones that would not admit they were my friends in front of their friends. My true friends, are the ones that are still with me today. The ones that, even though I have done some stupid things in life, and a few things that really tested the strength of the friendship, are still my friends today, and I would even go so far as to say that they are family.

So… Why did I want to go to my reunion? I am not sure. Maybe it was for revenge, to show everyone that I was not the screw up that they expected… Maybe it was in the hopes to see a lost object of my desires, or maybe to quell some hidden demons that needed to be exercised so that my life would be fuller.

No… I think it was none of these. What I think it was, was the effort to reach back and make contact with people that I knew from my childhood and adolescence in the hopes that I would recapture the parts of my childhood that I had forgotten about. To see people that I grew up with, both friend and foe, and see that in the end, we were all really running the same race, and no one of us was better than the other. To see that, when all was said and done, we were all just kids learning how to be, and what to be.

I went to my reunion feeling nervous, worried that I would still be the outcast that I was in high school, I left feeling that I was no different that anyone else in there. Yes, there were people that had traveled more, seen more and made more money than I had, but is that really the point? No… We all still had the same concerns and worries… fears and desires. We had all lost things and gained things… We have all grown up.

Samuel Wright
Writer / Father / Listener / Philosopher

I am a starving writer living in the backwater of California, in a place known mostly for Buck Owens and Valley Fever called Bakersfield.


This site is my release. A place for me to talk about things that annoy, please, or excite me.


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3 Comments

  1. laura (anderson) kershner

    Hey Sam: It was nice seeing you at the reunion. I read your blog…I had many of the same feelings myself. Best Regards, hope to see you and Natty at the 25th!

  2. AtomicNovaGenius

    OJ…OJ…(bleeping)…OJ. You would think that after you brutally murder your wife and her lover and get off totally free, that you might get your act together and try avoid any other “altercations.” I wont beat a dead horse or in this case just a dead white women to death with continuous comments and puns about the old murder case. But OJ has to be the only black man in America that can kill two white people in broad daylight, run from the police, have bloody shoes and all its take is one phrase to get him off. “If the glove don’t fit, you must acquit!” Ahhh…the American way. Now, if karma were not a bitch then Britney Spears would still have a career. Now as for these latest charges, Simpson was to be booked on two counts of robbery with a deadly weapon, two counts of assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit burglary and burglary with a firearm, police said. The district attorney, meanwhile, said he expected Simpson to ultimately be charged with seven felonies and one gross misdemeanor. If convicted of the booking charges, Simpson would face up to 30 years in state prison on each robbery count alone. So, are you thinking the same thing I am? Why in the hell would OJ rob someone at gunpoint? Other than the fact his clinically retarded, I have no clue. I mean what did he think, he could walk right into the room with his posse guns blazing, steal his stuff back, and hope that he would not be recognized. He is OJ freaking Simpson for heavens sake! I mean when he goes anywhere there is at least one white women running for her life. But the story goes that OJ was called up by one of his friends and that friend told him that he knew of someone in Vegas who was trying to sell OJ memorabilia that was allegedly stolen from OJ. OJ was already in Vegas for a friends wedding..FYI. So apparently OJ got some of his “friends” together and they devised this plan on confronting this guy in his hotel room…..allegedly. Again, lets note OJ incompetence. Your going to hold a stick up in a Vegas Hotel room, just genius. Because we all know you never will be videotape walking in and out of a hotel, and up and down the hallways. Its only one of the most heavily surveilled cities in the world. Anyways, back to the story, so he arrives at the person hotel room who allegedly stole the memorabilia and they barge in. And I will leave it at that, as this is where the audio recording takes place. I will let the tape speak for itself and you come to your own conclusion on OJ. Was he in the right, did he have a gun, and if you only had this tape could a conviction be possible?

    Here are the sites to the audio recording. Courtesy of tmz.com:

    http://www.tmz.com/2007/09/17/o-j-audio-uncensore
    –this is the uncensored version

    http://www.tmz.com/2007/09/18/o-j-audio-censored/
    –this is the censored version

  3. Holly

    I can totally relate to your article. I too was a geek, before they had geeks. I was on the outside looking in. I went to my 15th reunion and was bored to tears. I have never been to another one.
    I think we hold on to much to high school. There is so much more out there for us, why do we hang on to all that pain and anger? If we are truly honest with ourselves..one reunion should cure us of all our angst. It obviously did for you. Congratulations.

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