~Hold onto your kilts, Girls.

I guess I'm going to have to say a bit about school.

I started my "formal" education (aka Nursery School) in the States. I did Kindergarten in Israel, and also started first grade there. When we returned to the States, I was tested, and placed in the "smart kid" class at my local Elementary School. After the fire we, of course, had to move, and I finished 4th grade [2009 note - it was actually 3rd, and then all of 4th] at another public Elementary School, transferring to the Middle School next door for 5th through 8th. I was in those "Gifted" programs. It was called being "A.T." (Academically Talented), but then changed to "M.G." (Mentally Gifted). Whatever, it meant that I got to take cool classes like Art, Social Science, and Communications. Too, being that I was in the top class, I got foreign language and advanced Math, and being that I was a musician, I got to be in the band and orchestra as well.

The problems at home and the fact that my mother had no real aptitude for child guidance, landed me in my local High School, after I graduated from Middle School. That was simply hell. Hell because of the size of the school, and hell because of being surrounded by really stupid kids, and hell because I had a really big crush on my "best friend" at the time, Maggie, and she didn't go to the local school. She went to a "magnet" school... a magnet school for really smart girls.

ok... so, this is where I had an edge on all the rest of the guys who were being led around by their dicks at the time. I had an "F" on my birth certificate, and a mother who wanted me to be her little girl doll.

You bet your fucking ass I transferred. I don't know many guys that age who wouldn't have, if they could have gotten away with it.

After being escorted out of the school repeatedly (boys weren't allowed in there), they got to know my face, and I just became a really odd looking girl (nothing new for me).

It was good to be in school with Maggie, and another friend of mine, Jisook, was there too. I got to be in the band and the orchestra and hooked up with people for the talent show thingee, and got to be behind a kit for the first time. Then there was Heather, and the school musical, and the stage crew, and challenging classes. All while things at home got worse and worse and worse...

After the running away, the "street", the rehab, and the shrink, came figuring out what they were going to do with me in so far as school was concerned. (Hold onto your bladders folks, this gets really entertaining.)

This is what they, the Administration, came up with for their little 'I want you to be a good lesbian like me' kid. Condition #1 - Repeat 10th grade. Condition #2 - No more music. Condition #3 (snork) - You have to play Field Hockey.

HEY!

You can stop laughing now.

ok, ok... let me explain. If I repeated 10th grade, they'd catch me up in the Summer and write me personal letters of recommendation to Bryn Mawr. (HEY! STOP LAUGHING!) ok... the deal with the music thing was that the Administration was having a personal war with the Instrumental Music department (that was well known) and too, I think that they wanted to steer me in the direction they wanted to steer me in. Field Hockey player? (You're doing it again.) I pitched one hell of a fit about the whole field Hockey thing... even more than about the music thing. Their explanation was that they wanted to keep me out of trouble after school. Riiiight.

So, I agreed. I didn't have much choice, really. I didn't want to graduate a year late. I knew I couldn't deal with my local High School, and I did want to keep up with the friends I'd made. It wasn't so bad being the only guy in an all girls school. I played the bisexual card well, and told people what they wanted to hear. ... and there were a lot of girls to look at and flirt with. I just did what I had to do.

I got to play goalie. That was a help. I got out of having to wear one of those silly skirt things. I just showed up, tripping my face off a lot of the time, but there, and got to have girls in little skirts drive Field Hockey balls at me. They gave me all the balls a guy could ever want. And then... they gave me Drue.