My clearest memories my high school days have little to do with high school itself. I remember the days we skipped school, driving in my parents Saturn and listening to Poor Old Lu.
That’s not to say I didn’t leave high school having learned some valuable lessons. I had a few fantastic teachers. Still, the lessons I will really take with me through life came not from my teachers, but from my fellow students.
Today, I share a few of those timeless lessons that I can still remember from high school:
- Don’t be nervous – nobody gives a shit about you.
This astute observation came to be from the guy who sat next to me in French class. He wasn’t really a friend of mine, just some guy. It was that dreadful time of year when we all had to give two minute oral presentations to the class (two minutes – in French). Like most of my unfortunate classmates, I hadn’t yet had enough life experience to put the gravity of an event like this in its proper context. As far as I was concerned, it would be the end of my little world.
My fear must have been apparent to those around me, because the guy next to me leaned over and said something like “easy buddy – nobody gives a shit about your speech”.
He wasn’t trying to reassure me. On the contrary, his tone was so condescending and detached that it was clear he had little concern for my wellbeing. It was also clear that he sincerely believed this. He went on to explain, ‘Do you care about anyone else’s speech?’ No, I didn’t – not in the least. My nervous young mind slowly followed the logical steps to the inevitable conclusion: No one cared about my speech either – I was one a large group of insignificant nobodies – so relax.
- Stuck at a party with orange cheezy stuff on your fingers with nothing to wipe them off in site? Use your socks.
This advice wasn’t given directly to me. Rather, I overhead a guy in my class explaining his brilliant discovery to an eager and attentive audience from the surrounding desks.
His logic went something like this: You can’t lick your fingers; it’s considered rude (apparently a big concern of this particular fellow) nor can you wipe them on your (visible) closing, as it would leave a big chemical-orange perma-stain.
The solution was so elegantly simple that it had escaped all of us. Pull up your pants a bit, and wipe your hands on your socks. No one is the wiser.
I’ve done this.
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