Gregory Crum:
CLASS OF 1993
Capital High SchoolClass of 1993
Charleston, WV
University of Southern CaliforniaClass of 1996
Los angeles, CA
Horace Mann Middle SchoolClass of 1990
Charleston, WV
Kanawha City Elementary SchoolClass of 1986
Charleston, WV
Charleston High SchoolClass of 1979
Charleston, WV
Gregory's Story
School
My biggest crush: I thought so many of you girls were sexy, it's hard to say.
My most inspiring teacher: I would say that Mrs. Kol, Mr. Vencil, and Mr. Ingram inspired me, Mr. White, Ms. K. Humphreys, and Heir Craig affected my philosophy, and with the exception of the Computer Science teacher (I'll think of her name later) and that pretentious Chemistry teacher (both of whose classes I dropped (against their wishes) because of their petty egoes which threatened my intellectual growth), all of my other teachers there were doing their best to help further my (and my peers') education. Teaching is tough, and I respected their efforts greatly.
If I could do it all over again: I would take more risks socially, romantically, and confidently. I would do it over again, but only if I knew I could have certain knowledge that I didn't then... not the kind of hindsight from facts being revealed, but life lessons about understanding more about the way that other people think.
Funniest memory: I know I laughed a lot, but I think it was maniacal laughter. I can't remember funny moments, and my sense of humor was so dark then that I was probably laughing secretly on the inside when no one else was even amused.
Happiest memory: Again, I have trouble with this one, especially since I was pretty much depressed all the time. I cannot remember any happy feelings that did not come from relief from something unpleasant ending, like the final bell, or the whistle when we did timed exercise in gym.
Craziest memory: I remember seeing an old friend of mine (Charles Lawson) standing outside the main (Giles', et al) office in the hallway (he didn't attend Capital but had been at KC Elementary and Horace Mann for a while) and he was halfway through a Marlboro, and one of the craziest guys I assoc...Expand for more
iated with (Brian Givens) walked by and saw me talking to Charles. When he asked me who it was, he said, "Man, that guy is crazy!" Maybe that was a funny memory for me. Crazy might be something like witnessing some of the unnecessary and unprovoked violence that went on, seeing guns being passed around in the hallway, listening to classmates stories of abuse and molestation, cutters explaining why they slice their arms up, or any of the many horrors of pain being inflicted on each other... because that is the kind of sh*t that is crazy.
College
Oh this is when things got really twisted, and I could go on for a while, so I won't. That wasn't caffeine that fueled all-nighters. Cafeteria cuisine wasn't as notable as the shenanigans. Dragging myself to class was nothing compared to dragging people home from parties in the hood. And my "unique" roommate was only my roommate for a semester, and then I got some truly one-of-a-kind individuals from there on out. If I could revisit those days, I would be there now.
Workplace
My resume has more jobs than a prostitute on Figueroa has needle scars. All I know is that my arc is lower than it once was, but my hopes are higher than they have been. I won't be happy until I work for myself.
Military
Civil Air Patrol (an auxiliary of the Air Force) taught me that I cannot stand being told what to do by people who are less intelligent or compassionate than myself and have absolute authority in a situation. I hate idiots with power and would never sign over my freedom to anyone, knowing somewhere there is a dumbass in the chain of command (right now I can think of one sitting up on the highest recognized rung). Ask someone else who was at Langley in the Summer of 1988 for encampment why I might have had a bad experience with the military.
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