Daniel Reynolds:
CLASS OF 1989
North Forsyth High SchoolClass of 1989
Winston salem, NC
Northwest Middle SchoolClass of 1988
Winston salem, NC
Daniel's Story
Share my story... I don't think you want to know my story. It's pretty disturbing. A real downer so, I'll share my high school story instead.
First off you have to know how I got into high school. I didn't do it the normal way.
You see...at North West Jr High I had it really rough and that contributed to my grades being D's and F's in nearly every subject. The head principle took pity on me (I pity da foo!) and seen to it that I got to move on from 6th grade to the 7th even though I was failing miserably. That year in 7th grade was the worst as I endured more intense shunning and bullying. There were occasional bullies and then there were main bullies who bullied relentlessly. One of them was a teacher believe it or not and the other one quite possibly one the ugliest punks in all of Winston (seriously, he looked like a stocky, little man-child and his neck was as thick as his head. It's no wonder he was so mean. If I had an ugly mug like that I would be p1ssed off too.)
So, anyway, my grades got so bad that I failed that year and had to do a repeat which was also rough because then, I was the older kid three grades behind and therefore considered dumb by default and worthy of ridicule and more bullying.
After about four or five months of this the guidance counselor (yes, the one who had sh1t for brains) calls me into his office and asks me the usual garbage then, offers me a chance to go to what he called "Optional Education School" which was really just a daycare for juvenile delinquents but, to be fair the teachers there did make an effort to be understanding to kids who didn't do well under pressure and so, I went, was tested and my grades did improve enough to prove that I was intelligent enough to be in high school where I belonged so, I got to skip the eighth grade and go straight to the ninth.
By then, my former Jr. High bully, the worst bully of them all was in the eleventh grade and I didn't see him for a long time. Kids who had bullied me before left me alone in high school. I don't know if it was fear or maturity on their part or a little bit of both but, I had gotten taller and my shoulders were probably getting broader too.
There was one who didn't fear me though and made it clear one day in the hall when I was on my way to another class. Suddenly I just started seeing him between periods but, I never knew why unless someone told him that they'd seen me and he was going out of his way to run into me. He tried to taunt me few times but, never really did anything and soon after I went to live with my dad and wicked stepmother for a couple of months which didn't work out and so, I came back. I remember that there were so...Expand for more
me snobs in my CPR class who were annoyed that I was back. I hope that they still are. I despise snobs.
So, I didn't much see my former bully anymore but, was bored with school and hated it. I'd hated school even as a small child. It always felt alien and cold and scary to me.
Plus I resent authority but, that's another story for another time.
Anyway, I started laying out of school and only went if I wanted to see my friends or if something good would be served at lunch and that was about it.
Finally, a letter came in the mail one day that more or less informed me that if I wasn't going to attend school on a regular basis not to bother coming back at all.
It was a glorious day and I celebrated my freedom. No more having to ask to go take a leak, no more sitting on hard, plastic chairs for hours on end, no more studying about stuff that I didn't give a crap about and still don't, no more detention for being late to classes (I had a good reason for that but, it was too difficult to talk about even to a teacher or principal), no more stupid tests, no more annoying pep rallies (god, I hate physical sports), no more having to look at people who don't care for me or consider me to be a dork just for being different and no more having to take orders from adults. I was and am free. I do as I please. Oh, I'm polite and easy to get along with and very protective over my friends and family but, there's another side to me too and it is a product of a great many negative experiences.
But, let's not talk about him. I don't feel like being triggered today.
Moving on... I went to work at the Taco-Bell down the street at North Point Blvd. It was my first job and the following year I worked as a stockboy at K-Mart in the same area. I was still pretty immature and a lazy worker and then, something strange happened. I'm not sure what it was but, with my next job which may have been Wendy's I swuddenly got serious and became a hard worker who had an intense dislike for laziness and people who did halfass jobs. I had jobs here and there at other places over the years but, they never lasted long and it was because of a type of mental illness that distracted my thoughts and slowed me down and eventually, the stress would become so bad that I would have to quit.
So, I eventually applied for disability even though I didn't want to because I liked earning my own way and as my conditions got worse I had to give up returning to work although I did try but, had an acute relapse and had to give up working altogether.
That's pretty much it. Now, I just do pretty much what everyone else does in their spare time because I have all of the time in the world.
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