Voted most likely to get shot.
I remember it well. It was late into my senior year with graduation looming over us just a few weeks ahead. I was sitting uncharacteristically quiet at Mrs. Greene's hour of pain. We had a love but mostly hate relationship, Mrs. Greene and I. She knew that for all I cared, Hamlet and Horatio could have been in the inky darkness of space doing the cabbage patch, it mattered none to me.
I did, however, take notice when the conversation turned to the yearbook. This is the moment that really stuck with me over the years; she looked up at some distant point past the ceiling and while making writing gestures in the air said; "Oscarito, voted most likely to get shot."
See, back on those awesome days much as now, I had an opinion on anything and everything, trouble was that my stupidity filter was not fully developed yet, still is a little iffy at best. Take this blog post for instance, maybe I shouldn't talk with you fine people about my dance hall days, but is that stopping me, I mean, is it? Imagine the beauties I used to let out unfiltered and completely uncensored back when I was seventeen, just ponder upon that.
Although I cared not at all for literature back then, and I didn't have a word processor to rely on, I could still write one hell of an essay. This was my saving grace, at least when it came to English and Mrs. Greene, regardless of my prepositions prone ending sentences. I would watch her quietly smile to herself when she came to that phrase I wrote especially for her, and then she would unsheathe and wielded that red pen like a sword and scratch gleefully at my paper. Boy! did she loved that pen. I swear she used to buy them solely for me.
I wonder if is not too late to translate that slight talent of yesteryear into money, now that I'm older, a tad wiser and equipped with an improved filter. For one thing I don't shout "let's get naked!" for no apparent reason. There is that to be grateful for, although, I'm sure it must had been quite relevant to me at the time. I had much fun back them, I took to high school not unlike some people take to college.
I wonder what Mrs. Greene would make of this wild idea of me writing to the world, would she graduate from red pen to permanent marker? She did keep my very last essay, you know, claiming to get it back to me over the summer.
Oscarito.
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From a retired English teacher's point of view, your article reminded me of many Oscaritos I taught over the years. I could picture each one as I read. I think I have their names on each of my gray hairs! HA! Thanks for the walk down memory lane. I know Mrs. Greene would be proud of your writing skills.....as she would also be proud of you!
.....................Pat
Thank you so much! It is particularly gratifying for me because you are an English teacher. If I could give you a red pen, I would.
Oh, I retired my red pen a long time ago. I prefer to use purple or green now. They are much less threatening!!! LOL
Pat
Well, Pat, grab a firm hold of your purplish pen and read my other posts, at the very least you might break into a frown and a chuckle.
Oscar.
What the heck are you rambling on about man? Seriously I think that given your prose here the question is a rhetorical one.
LOL, Andy
Oh Oscar, you must have been a bad boy back in the day! I loved your story and I'm sure Mrs. Greene would love to mark on your blog this evening - just to show you she still cares! I know about being unfiltered. My husband is a full bloodied Sicilian, born and raised in Brooklyn, NY and is a retired Navy Fly Boy! Can you imagine???? I got the trifecta on this one! He has no filters to this day! Glad you do!
What's this about most likely to be shot? That's a stretch for the imagination! What was the genesis of that if I may ask??
Thank you for sharing your story! It's so much fun to read about people and moments in their lives that stay with them forever!
In the yearbook, under your picture sometimes they add captions as, most likely to succeed, or most likely to go into politics. I was half in jest, half serious; most likely to get shot. Just to be clear, they never actually printed that on the yearbook.
That's a relief Oscar! :-) Thank you for the clarification. Thanks again for the story! It was a fun read!
I'm very pleased that you found it somewhat amusing. This is the kind of writing I want to do on my slowly put together website. Short, less than 500 words essays, reviews and opinions. Always striving to make them entertaining, informative and totally mine.
Be well.
Oscar.
Thanks, although apparently poorly. I don't understand why the first two paragraphs are blue.
Word likes to play with your mind! Is it two tone in Word. If it is not to the eye, it may still be, somewhere in the code. If it really matters to ya, then highlight all the post, select font, size and color and it should get everything back to one color for ya. Not that it really matters to the post, unless it bothers you.
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That's fantastic! I'm glad your filter works now. A grown man yelling "let's get naked!" is usually frowned upon. Lol
laughing on floor, no really, I'm on the floor!