I was an orchestra geek. I played violin and took all the math classes I could. Because I was still a dub I wasn't allowed to participate in sports or anything fun so I studied and got mostly A's. Yes, I was a dork!
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I loved math and science and took all of those courses I could. I sucked at sports, art, shop and music. I took as many as the advanced courses I could cause I wanted the mental stimulation they provided. We took a province wide math test and I was ranked 17th from the top in the province of Manitoba.
I hunger for knowledge. I was the geek who did extra science experiments simply because I wanted to. I was the teacher's pet for math and science because I thought in the same weird way he did. When the class wanted a break, they asked me to distract him with off the topic questions. I did. I think the teacher was on to me, but everyone had a good time. I was also the geography teacher's pet. He teased me in front of the class mercilessly, but all in good fun.
In Grade 9, our math teacher had all advanced students, knew how to motivate us and was demanding as hell. In Grade 9, we learned Grade 9, 10, and half of Grade 11 math all at the advanced level. Hence, for Grade 10 and half of Grade 11, the math teachers did not know what to do with me. We decided I could read books in class and just take the tests, as long as I did not distrub anyone.
One time in Grade 10, I kept asking what the 5th Dimension was, and the teacher decided I was dispruting the class. I got sent into the hallway. The teacher's pet finally got punished by the teacher. The entire class erupted into applause.
My course load was heavy, three hours of homework a night. I took typing to have one class to slack off in. Typing turned out to be one of the most useful. I spent all of my money making weird electronics projects, and drove my parents nuts with them.
My biology teacher to this day thinks I am nuts. He always thought I was a little off, and a Saturday of flying gas-powered model airplanes completely convinced him. I warned him that my plane had been damaged, repaired and not tested, but he insisted on flying it anyway. Hey, how did I know the damned plane would attack him? He jumped out of the way just before the plane ploughed into the ground right where he and his son were standing. When the initial shock died down, I almost died of laughter. He avoided me after that.
I was too shy to date much, but somehow went steady with one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school for about two years. I know what I saw in her, still don't know what she saw in me.
Richard, a dork who loved high school
Edited by - Skeptic on 25 January 2003 23:31:30