I remember my first day, when I knew no one, and I was all alone. It was a new start... to shake off all the days I was teased and taunted from elementary school and be the man I wanted to be. No longer would I be the nerd I once was, and dare I say it... finally have a girlfriend. No longer would I make up girls in my head, I could have one for real. She would be light skin with long hair, because I mean, didn't everyone want the same thing? I would be able to play basketball with the guys and actually be really good. They would think I was cool, and we would go to the mall to pick up chicks. Trying to see who got the most. Yeah high school would be great, if I wasn't so alone.
I went to my first class. There she was... Ms. Brock. The most Afrocentric and dramatic teacher I have ever met! She was poised, intelligent, and smiled with a devilish grin. If you THOUGHT of coming to her class late, without your homework, or without a book... she had a nice speech for that azz! F didn't stand for Fun. I was on point with her. Who knew, and I model her teaching style with my own class.
I remember walking down those big/long hallways scared I wouldn't find my next class. Everyone was so much taller then me, how could I even see above everybody? As I moved from class to class, lunch time was coming. I dreaded going. How embarrassing to go to a new school and sit by yourself? I was never the social type. All I learned was to hide so nobody would bother me. That worked for me. I missed my old friends, and then I heard....
Could it be? I could recognize that high pitched voice anywhere! It was my female CUZ from another Auntie! We met in 6th grade, and when I moved to another school, there she was, always there to help me off the ground whenever someone knocked me on the floor. And now, here she was again to rescue me in high school. As much as I wanted to be a man and get through this alone, it comforted me to have her by my side. She needed me, just as much as I needed her. As she dealt with family problems and and strict parents at home, being with me was her safe haven.
I remember at lunch we walked in with confidence. We were going to do this together again. I was the artist. She was the singer. We was the best of both worlds at Arts High. It was very much like FAME, just more ghetto. As we had lunch, we sat at her sister's table. She was a Junior. Man I was so happy! If everyone knew I was related to her, then I would most def get cool points. So, as always we introduced ourselves as cousins to everyone! Hopefully my "nerdism" wouldn't fuck this experience up as well.
I remember having hamburgers and vegetables that day. As I looked over and saw this COOL GUY. He was at a table with a whole bunch of guys just cracking jokes, beat boxing, and just had everyone laughing there azzes off. Now he was cool.
"Go talk them," My CUZ said. "I know you don't want to hang around us girls all the time."
As much as I did enjoy their company, I knew that I would have to hang out with other guys if I really wanted to be BoyzIIMen. I loved that group, they just came out to. There songs really stuck in me all through high school, but anyway...
Before I could get up enough guts to say something to them, the "COOL GUY" came up to me, and told me to come over.
"Is that your girl?"
As much as I wanted to say yes, I told him she was my cousin. It was still in good company. She was beautiful. Short Halle Berry Hair, greenish hazel eyes, petite, yet tall, and the perkiest boobs ever! She had a flat booty though, but hey, she did have some white in her.
"That's cool, yo come over to our table and chill with us."
Is this for real???? But I kept it cool. At the time I had on this fly azz sweater, and everyone at the table kept telling me how nice it was. I never had nice clothes before, but I demanded my mother to hook me up. I told them it cost 50 bucks.
It was only 20.
But they didn't know, and they believed me. This is high school, you got to do what you got to do to fit in. But in the end, I remember that they really didn't like me because of my clothes, but because I was actually cool. It didn't matter that my cousin's sister was a Junior. It didn't matter I used to be a nerd in my old school. All that mattered was I had two friends...
My CUZ and COOL GUY...
and they was going through high school right along with me, and we were was the best of friends through all those years!