Kevin Washington:  

CLASS OF 1995
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Taft High SchoolClass of 1995
San antonio, TX
Papillion, NE
Honolulu, HI

Kevin's Story

I would hope that old friends "remember" me at all. It seems that so many years have passed by since those school days; it's almost surreal, astonishing that I have lived so long in such a harsh world, and yet, it is tragic, because those are happier days un-revisited. Maybe if I hadn't of seen so much hard feelings, I might not have could of felt other people's. I was always the sort of fat, chubby funny kid that did weird things, wrote amazingly creative stories about Bambi, and fell in "love" with every girl within a 20 mile radius. But that aside, I should hope that everyone remember me the same way I always have been... smart, creative, a little strange perhaps, more like an eccentricity, cunning, and most of all funny and kind. Maybe I'm a little more devious in my humor these days, or my thoughts, something of a dark humorist, and perhaps that old smile and chubby brown cheeks dont quite make it all the way to my eyes anymore, but essentially deep down I'm still that same kid that seemed to rip his pants once a week at school, and who ate everything... literally. I always wanted to be a rock star when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a stupid idea. As it turns out, they were right. Usually these days I'm less adventurous in my old age, and like to spend my time relaxing by painting or playing music. Occasionally I dally with writing, but sadly I have never finished any literature enough for publication. It's kind of a drawback to my creativity.. a caveat; I can only be creative on one subject of interest for only so long before I lose interest and move on to something else. I suppose over time I have lived in some interesting places. Hickam Hawaii, Papillion Nebraska, San Antonio Texas. I suppose I was lucky enough to have such experiences because my parents were military, but in a way it is slightly tragic that it meant I never had a life long "best friend", can barely remember any of my teachers, and lack any deep friendships that have existed longer than 8 years. On the other hand, I can pick up and go just about anywhere in a heartbeat with little effort, and I have become something of a master at re-inventing myself. The one person from my past who I'd most like to see again is Kasia Singer, because I had a huuuuge crush on her!. Then again, I also had a major crush on Kim Moore so I'd probably like to see her again. Or Kim Stanford, boy oh boy did I fancy her! Of course, now that I recollect, I sure had a thing for white girls didn't I? Still do I guess. (I'm not married by the way). Other than that, I'd really like to see people like Brian Cornelius, Chad Roberson, Patrick Roberts, Scott Maynard and Tim Mason, my best friends back in those days. Scott I ran into a while back on Myspace, and Tim apparently has LIVED in San Antonio for years, but I've never met with either of them. There are tons of people out there who probably remember me, but I don't really remember all of them I'm sad to say, and most of them will probably come out of the woodwork someday should I become rich and/or famous. Which I won't mind, because I absolutely love holding on to my youth and those old connections, so that would be a very special connection indeed. I think it's sad to think back on those days, long and hard, and try to remember people and faces and to wonder about them and to know that some of them have not survived this long, or many more will pass from this life long before our paths ever cross again. Life is a tragedy. For the most part, I am a biologist (according to my degree anyway). I like animals, that is, I like to study them, not take care of them, other than my Dog Fuzz E, who passed away last year at the ripe ol age of 18 human years. Beyond that, there is just my cat "Hemingway". My passion in life is music however, playing, singing, and the like. My style tends to be around that sort of Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie, My Morning Jacket and Pearl Jam style of folksy awesomeness. Maybe a little Modest Mouse indie is in there and definitely more than a bit of punk influence from the rails of Bad Religion and the like. Still haven't made it big yet, but I think if anyone can, it's me. Life doesn't always turn out the way you expect, that is one thing for sure. For the most part, I don't think I did anything right, at least not the way you are suppose...Expand for more
d to do things, but then I don't think I've ever done anything terribly wrong. I was a class clown in high school, yet I was also considered an intellectual and was pretty popular. Not in the "Prom King" sense of popular or putting me in the running to date the head cheerleader, but in the sense that I didn't get bullied (probably because of my size) and my ability to find common ground and relate to people of all walks of life, religions, genders, and social status. I was friends with Jocks, Nerds, Geeks, Preps, Goths, punks, Cowboy kickers, international students, and Gang bangers. In the end I think I'm surprised at how many people still recognize me even after all these years and how easily I've managed to coast through life at this point. School (even University) came easily, I tend to get the jobs I want, I don't have any real debts, and only music super stardom eludes me, probably because I tend to elude IT. So I'm mostly surprised life has gone so well up to this point. I suppose it could have gone worse. I don't own a home and I tend to keep my property limited, although I do collect things. A lot of things. I guess in a way I develop something of an attachment to items that create a sense of history... a sympathy if you will. I do not have children yet, that I know of... not that I am adverse to the idea, but I do not think that I am yet at that point in my life where I have met the right woman under the right set of circumstances that would have me rearing young. If I could see a teacher again, it would be Mr. Bodley, my old music director at Hickam Elementary. It was he who taught me to love music and more importantly, love PERFORMING music. Through him I grew to love, in fact, addicted TO the "stage". Performing for people, making them laugh and cry, to hold each other and to feel, that is true power and I lust for it in every way. My current age is 32. When I was 12, I thought that people my age now would be glad to be older. I was so completely Wrong. Someday I hope to make music for the masses. Failing that I hope to write books for the masses. And failing that, I want to study Hyenas. Interesting animal the Hyena. I'm not sure what happened to my first crush. In truth, back in the old days, I had so many of them, I'm not sure which was the "first". I'm hoping to run into a couple of them here, although I have no fantasies that something will re-kindle or for that matter, just PLAIN "kindle". That was another life, those years ago in school. Interestingly, I probably still dress like I did 10 or even 20 years ago. I've never been a great purveyor of fashion, having no sense of it myself. For me, it's just the old hippy style of dressing comfortably. That doesn't mean I can't clean up well, it just means that I have long ceased trying to "impress" people with my appearance, specifically in the area of "name-brand" concerns. In 10 years, I hope to at LEAST be alive. Success is measured in happiness I suppose, and for all intents and purposes, I cannot say I regret many facets of my life. Sure I wish a few things had gone one way instead of another, but ultimately, those variations of life's paths simply led me through different experiences that I wouldn't want to give up or change. They have shaped me into the individual that I am from the individual that I was. Wait, that isn't accurate. While most people change, metamorphasize into something else from what they were, I merely added to myself from what I was. Sort of like a chameleon, I just alter and change myself enough to blend in with the rest of society. All in all though, I am fine. I will probably continue to be fine. I have never become fake, I have never regret being who I am. It would be nice to see some old people again, drink a few coffees, and talk about life and such, but most of us old military brats are too far and wide spread, and I fear some of you who I once knew are destined to be nothing more than footnotes in the story of my own life. But for that, I thank you, each and every one of you, for being that footnote and adding to my existential tale. If you happen to be in San Antonio, Tx, look me up. I am always open to lunch. And I love being thrust headlong back into my past, face to face with it, to embrace it. You are part of me as I am part of you because we share a history.
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