Tales of your Graduating Class

[Higgs]

Both girls were named Kerry, but neither of them spelled it like that.

what a great sentence

Yeah. I read that in a detective noir voice over type deal.

[Norah]

Both girls were named Kerry, but neither of them spelled it like that.

what a great sentence

yeah i thought so too

[JuanHamm]

Both girls were named Kerry, but neither of them spelled it like that.

what a great sentence

Yeah. I read that in a detective noir voice over type deal.

Now I'm reading it in Leslie Neilsen's voice

[BurtReynolds]

The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

You need to change your username again, BabyDriver.

[BurtReynolds]

To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

[JuanHamm]

To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

What a shitty way to kill yourself (for you and the driver)

[BurtReynolds]

To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

What a shitty way to kill yourself (for you and the driver)

It was very in-character for this guy.

[doug rr]

this one kid, rick, who graduated a year ahead of me killed himself in the stanley hotel in estes park colorado..the one that was used in the shining..
we played baseball together as kids

[doug rr]

also, one of our valedictorians went on to have a successful career in porn..last i heard she owned some gyms in florida in the 90s

[lennytheweedwhacker]

To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

[daft twat]

Since I don’t go to reunions or have Facebook, the deaths are always extra strange because I still picture their 18 year-old faces. In just the past year a guy I used to snowboard with multiple times a week killed himself and a girl who became an attorney fell down the stairs and died. I assume that was alcohol-related.

She was a drink to oblivion girl in high school. No one could blame her. They pulled her out of class one day to tell her that her dad killed himself. She was later known for being penetrated with a hockey stick at a party. Happy to say I was not in attendance.

Writing this stuff makes me realize how lucky I am to have gotten out.

[epilogue]

I don't think I know any stories like these at all from my graduating class. Daft, this is really sad, shocking stuff.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Dev]

One dude from my graduating class went on to become a message board legend.

[daft twat]

I don't think I know any stories like these at all from my graduating class. Daft, this is really sad, shocking stuff.

My graduating class was probably about 150 kids. Small town. 9k. I don’t know that it’s unique. The school I’ve worked at for the past 20 years has countless tales of success and tragedy as well. The vast majority, tho, live pretty bog standard lives.

[epilogue]

I mean, shit definitely went down. A friend of mine was shot and killed on our football field (on a Sunday, not during school hours). But that was during the school year. I know of at least three people in my graduating class that died. But all of them were medical. There were a couple of suicides during my time in high school. But the stuff a lot of y'all are describing is way beyond what I've experienced.

There must be some of this kind of thing in my class, right? It was 450 people. Surely there are some post-graduation horror stories. I just don't know them, I guess.

[spike]

One guy I knew since grade school took his own life in high school. I believe one of our co-valedictorians got in a car accident and died a few years after graduating.

[doug rr]

our 1985 class was about 250 or so...in 10th grade one of the girls was gone for about 4 months or so and came back with a baby..

[doug rr]

a denver bronco spoke at our graduation

[wease]

One guy I knew since grade school took his own life in high school. I believe one of our co-valedictorians got in a car accident and died a few years after graduating.

That seemed to be something that happened every year at our school. Some kid from the senior class would die during the year. We had a buddy of mine die in a car wreck and another killed himself accidentally. He shot himself in the stomach with a shotgun to gain sympathy from this girl that had dumped him a few days before in the hopes she would take him back. Well, point blank shotgun gut wounds don’t typically work out very well and it didn’t in this case either.