Anntoinette Angrum:  

In Walton I was horribly shy in the 9th grade and came into high school determined to not be tortured and abused as I had been in J.H.S. I had a couple of "quiet crushes" on a few of the basketball ball players, a few of the tall dark-hued guys in my other classes with the deep voices and security guards. In the 10th grade I had my own crew of "Outsiders" and would invite anyone I saw being picked on during lunchtime to join our table. My older brother, Allen Scott, transferred in from Clinton H.S. that year and any male attention I had evaporated with an over protective and huge older brother who played on the basketball and football teams at one time or another.(Sigh!) I was called "Scott's Sister" for most of the rest of school. He was always fighting and I was always being pulled out of class to calm my crazy, overprotective big brother down. We look a lot a like so many thought we were twins, but it was far from the truth. He's a year older and our temperments are very different. It took a moment, but I found team sports and a love for writing and Social Studies and began to find "myself". This was my "loud stage rebellious" stage also and the Deans found me in their offices a lot and they were always suprised. 11th grade I clicked with "Victor" and "Robert"-the two Puerto Rican openly gay guys in Walton and our "Outsider Crew" grew! I was now playing and loving volleyball, losing weightgoing to ballet classes, firming the body, and laughing more! First two boyfriends that summer in summer school, where I took an art class. I had a mad crush on the security guard there named "Pete". I just reread the erotic stuff I wrote about that man in my diary at the age of 14, 15, and 16 and it would burn your finger tips! Was 5ft. 11in and had a very "thin year" that year..., I was a size 12 with rock hard abs! Oh, to get that summer back! lol 12th grade I was done with Walton and the foul education I was getting there. I didn't meet my guidance counselor until a week before I was to graduate and as I walked into the door she asked if I know what I wanted to do! I'd never met her or looked at a college application. At that time I equated graduating with being free to get a full time job at McDonald's. No one had spoken to me about college or my future. Best teachers were Ms. Mirror, Ms. Woods, and a Social Studies teacher who's name escapes me, but he was Jewish, young, unorthodox, and cool. I had found my passion of writing, history, photo...Expand for more