Let me start of by saying that I hated High School...
It was an awkward time for me and I was very unhappy with myself...all of my friends were at a different school, and I was basically alone, in a new place treading alone in the deep waters...I can remember my first day of school because it was filled with 2 firsts: the first sighting of my Unicorn and my first fight and visit to the Principals office...where to begin?
I went to Dr Norman Bethune CI, which was a pretty good school because at the time it was considered a pretty good place for the sciences and since that was my major of choice for university, it seemed to make sense...of course, on my first day, all of those ideas didn't mean anything to me because I was alone, had no friends and was completely lost...our school wasn't huge, but that didn't stop me from not knowing where my first class was...I was walking down a hall, very late for my class when I decided to stop and just ask the first person I saw to help me...forget about being cool, forget about being macho, I was lost and I had no other choice...so I waited...and waited...and waited some more...about 10min after I decided to ask for assistance, I heard the door open and there she was; my Unicorn....
Now, I've used the term "Unicorn" before when describing my goddess, and you are probably wondering why?...well, in mythology, the Unicorn was a magical animal, rarely seen and never touched...the Unicorn is the abodiment of perfection, the best qualities all wrapped up into one beautiful body...getting back to my story, I turned around and in walked a young lady...she was about 5'3" maybe 5'4", and above all things it was her smile that got me...in fact, her smile is my first memory of high school...it was one of those smiles, which made you feel very happy and confident at the same time...there was even a hint of develishness in it, maybe thats why I've always loved those little naughty smiles...her hair was short, cropped to just below her ears and her face was almond shaped...her skin was like the smoothest alabaister and she was wearing a little red riding hood red jacket with a black Club Monaco bag...her name: Michelle Kao...do you hear that?...I swear I thought I heard the sounds of trumpets and Angelic singing...hmmm, must be in my head...
"Can I help you?"
Four simple, yet magically sounding words floated towards me...and can you guess my response?...silence...I was speechless...never in my limited life had a beautiful woman spoken to me, let alone a true example of perfection...
"Can I help you?"
There it was again...dude, you've gotta speak up now or else she'll think your mentally handicapped or worse, American...
"Uh yes, I'm lost...perhaps you can help me find room A110?"
"Oh yeah, its just down the hall on your left"...man was she hot...
"Thanks...are you in my class?"...I had every single finger, toe crossed hoping that the gods would be smiling upon me...
"No, I took that class last year"...oh crap, she was older then me...that means she wouldn't be in a single one of my classes...
"Thank you, my goddess...allow me to prostrate myself before you in the hopes of receiving the smallest of favors from your benevolent hand"...okay, everything after 'thank you' was what I was thinking, but I did want to say it...
So, I went to class, got introduced to everyone and immediately regretted it...I was seated at the back, next to who I would affectionately call 'the Urchin'...he was an angry person, the type of guy who had a huge chip on his shoulder, was the resident pot dealer, thought he was cool shit with his little pot smoking posse, and I guess he was bored with class and decided to pick on the next person to walk into the class...so, I was the lucky winner and he proceeded to aggravate me as best he could...he would throw paper at my head, yell insults at me, and question my sexuality...I ignored him and said to myself "dude, this is the first day, it can't possibly get any worse"...little did I know that I could and would...
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