Me rambling about Highschool.

I can't remember too much of my high school years. Or my middle school years for that matter. I spent most my time being so depressed i could barely function. But there are some things i can remember.
Like the sixth grade, at the old school in Askov. When we still had after school detention. Sitting at lunch, all us friends together. Josie, Karen, Andy, Ali, Tiffany and Mel. The rootbeer flavored milk. YUCK! When i only whore my brother in law's old Metallica shirts.
The seventh grade is a blur to me, so is the eighth grade.
The spring of freshman year is when i was diagnosed with AVN. That's when shit got bad. I remember before i knew what it was, and i would just hurt like hell. One time, i was walking down the hall and something happened. The pain hit so suddenly i grabbed onto the lockers and cried.
Remember my wheel chair? How about my scooter. Oh god...that white scooter. Mrs. Ebnet, the theater teacher told me i was a 'distraction'. Sometimes she'd make me sit alone in a class while the rest of the students went down to work on a play. That was a tough pill to swallow. And all the other kids would play with my scooter. One time i threw a book at Tyler Gaede's head because he was on it.
Though my AVn has destroyed my life, lots of good things have come of it.
Like my opportunity to teach Elementary students to swim. Talk about the best birth control in the world! I remember Molly Anne. She was completely blind in one eye, and almost blind in the other. She was completely afraid of the water, and would cry every day. At the begining of her lessons she would just clutch to me and cry. By the end of the lessons she would hold onto my arms and swim across the pool. That was a huge accomplishment.
Then there was Ben, a fourth grader with Cerebral Palsy. He loved swimming with me. Whenever he was able to jump in the pool he'd try to jump in my arms. He was adorable.
Because of my AVn i had to ride the 'short bus'. I met a lot of kids with various forms of mental retardation. Jasmine, the kidnergartener. She could barely speak or talk. But we rode the bus together. When she saw me in my char and i'd wheel up to her, her legs would kick in her chair, and she'd squeel. Then there was Jordan. He was very autistic. He couldn't count or read, or barely speak. He pronounced my name as "ooohen".
I also remember the parties. Oh, the parties. Parties with Josh were the most fun. He'd always dance around like a black girl.
Getting hugs in the hall at EC was my favorite part of the day. I got hugs all the time.
One thing i really miss about EC is that i was always the center of attention. But not at the CLC. That's one thing i haven't gotten used to. I'm an attention whore. It's true. I'll admit it. I loved getting the whole class wriled up and laughing.
I miss the teachers too, Mrs. Meyer and Quigley were my favorite. I hate to be narcasisitic, but i was totally Mr. Quigley's favorite. Haha!

I dunno were i'm getting with this. But, i'm glad i go to the CLC now. Because i won't be remembered there as the girl in the wheel chair. I'll be remembered as the awesome girl withthe funny hair.
I dunno.
My butt hurts and i shuld prolly get to bed.