Joel's Pioneer and Bethel Chronicles Part 2

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  • joelbear69

    1975, I started my senior year of high school. There was no sign
    that the great tribulation was going to start in October. Peace
    and Security had not been declared. Babylon the Great showed no
    signs of falling. I got razzed a good bit at school about it because
    even many non-witnesses knew that we were expecting the end of the
    world that year.

    I no longer cared about the razzing because for
    the most part I was no longer a believer myself. I knew 1975 was
    bogus. I was going to have a good time my senior year. I got a
    job at McDonalds (the condition for me owning a car). Working at
    McDonalds was horrible sweat shop labor. They would never allow
    kids to be treated that way today. But I had a car. And you all
    know what that means. I had freedom. I could move about on my
    own free will. And so I did.

    I tried to make up for lost time by diving into school and those
    evil extra curricular activities. I was the President of the Foreign
    Language Club, Treasurer of the Beta Club, Editor of the school
    yearbook, Captain of the Academic Bowl team and a member of the
    school's Math Team. I had a blast. All the bullys who had made
    my life miserable since 7th grade seemed to disappear. I suppose
    because I was acting more like a normal kid. Only one of two
    held on to trying to torment me, mostly for being gay. They had
    all figured it out, as much as I tried to deny it.

    Oh my god, I wore silver rimmed, blue tinted glasses to school that
    year. My Elton John look I suppose, but I had not considered how
    gay it would look. I was going for a laid back bohemian look.

    With the car, my mom and I no longer had to stand out by the street
    in front of our house waiting for witnesses to pick us up for the
    meetings. In these days, we didn't see much of my Dad. He stayed
    out drinking with his workmates til way into the night most nights.
    I sometimes would go days without seeing him. Of course I was
    expected to take mom to all the meetings and out in service. I
    no longer really paid attention at the meetings. I spent most of
    my time ogling the cute brothers in the hall and hiding my adolescent
    reaction to this under my bible. I avoided service at all costs,
    claiming I had schoolwork to do.

    I spent a lot of time with my high school friends. Just cruising
    up and down the main street in Valdosta and hanging out at Shoney's.
    My friends would pair up and make out. I would wish I could make
    out with David, my first major love. I only had one date in high
    school. I took a girl named Susan to see Monty Python and the
    Holy Grail. This is not a good date movie, although I thought it
    was hysterical and was forevermore hooked on Monty Python.

    I was 5th in my class of 351 seniors. I exceled in all subjects
    and loved being editor of the yearbook. I knew mom and especially
    dad would never allow me to go to college. We had vicious fights
    about it at home. They would not allow me to sign up for scholarships.
    My teachers and counselors advised me to leave home. I was too
    gifted not to follow my dreams they said. So I actually did fill
    out an application for the local university, but mom and dad brought
    over all my witness friends. I succumbed to peer pressure. I had
    known these kids for years. We had grown up together. This was my
    gang. My witness gang. I also had a worldly gang. I had fun
    with both of them. What would I choose.

    Well, I couldn't stand the thought of losing my witness friends, so
    you guessed it. I didn't go to college. I therefore had no clue
    what I was going to do for a living. My plan was to major in Math
    and Statistics and become a college professor and researcher. On
    a whim I sent my SAT scores to Stanford. I was in the 93rd percentile
    of those that sent in their scores. I knew I could be accepted.
    But no, I never applied.

    One day at the breakfast table my sister in law suggested I try
    banking. That's what she did. So, I tried it and quickly got a
    job as a teller at a local bank.

    Next Chapter: Someone dies, Someone leaves.

  • DoomVoyager

    I was in the 93rd percentile
    of those that sent in their scores. I knew I could be accepted.
    But no, I never applied.

    Absolutely disgusting.

    (not blaming you; blaming the witlesses.)

  • chikikie

    i hope u carry on with chroncles really interesting

  • Burger Time
    Burger Time

    Yep I am interested too. It must be horrible growing up gay as a witness...or good because of the window shopping during meetings. There were never any girls in the halls I went too.

  • Open mind
    Open mind

    Thanks for sharing this Joel.

    Life stories are one of my favorite things about JWD.

    Looking forward to the next installment.


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