…The first Junior High School I attended was Hartsig Junior High and I hated it. The kids were spoiled brats, and they acted terrible towards anyone not from their group. I was from Detroit and that didn’t sit well with them. They were from the new neighborhoods that surrounded the General Motors Technological Campus, they acted, and dressed like pompous preppies. I took classes that kept me with the nerds and I enjoyed that. I was lucky I didn’t have that much interaction with them. I was in seventh grade now and this was all a new experience. There were only about twelve other people on our school bus, and because of the distance, about 5 miles, we were always the last to be dropped off after school. I was glad towards the end of the year when I was told we would be going to Melby Junior high school. This school was much closer to our house, and the kids ended up being a whole lot nicer.
…I made friends quickly at Melby Junior High School, and I enjoyed it. I played on the basketball and football teams but was injured in football. That ended my athletic career there. I still followed the teams, but any extra curricula activity I would have to walk home, and that was at least 5 miles. I still enjoyed the camaraderie here and I always felt welcomed. I was thrown another curve ball as I graduated from ninth grade. I was told instead of going to Cousino High School with my class, about a dozen of us who lived west of the Junior High School would be traveling to Mott High School where we would attend for one year until they built the new Sterling Heights High School. I wasn’t happy about that but had no say in the matter. We would be the Charter Class of the new high school.
…Once again I was being bussed to the other side of the city to start high school. This was not going to be fun at all. I didn’t know anyone in my classes, and the classes I picked I didn’t get them. I had to go to the councilors office to find out why? They ended up fixing my schedule but it gave me two math classes and a wood shop class I didn’t want. When I pointed that out to my councilor he looked annoyed, but realized I needed a history class which wasn’t on my schedule. So I was then put in a history class and one of my math classes was dropped. It took me a week to get my schedule correct. I made the mistake of stopping in the restroom to use the facilities but getting to a urinal was blocked by students smoking. I was finally able to use a urinal and at the same time a look out came in and informed the smokers a teacher was on his way in.
…Cigarettes were flying everywhere as the smokers fled single file out of the restroom. I was finishing up and the next thing I see is a teacher in my face wanting to know was I smoking? I had to let him know I just needed to take a piss but going to this school might make me a smoker for sure. I made a note not to go to the restroom between classes. I thought my new friends would be bored by now listening to my story but they seemed even more interested. Back at my new high school the day just seemed to get worse. Fights were breaking out between students and I couldn’t understand why. Then one of the students in my science class informed me that the greasers, who wore black leather jackets, Cuban heel shoes, slicked their hair back, hated the hippies, and these hippies they were picking on, weren’t the peace loving kind. Fights between these two groups broke out on a regular basis. …MY LIFE’S JOURNEY CONTINUED… ACTS 10:38 … MATTHEW 4:23-25
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