The Absolute WORST Year of my Life

2025-03-25

The Absolute WORST Year of my Life

The 1969-1970 school year. I was in the ninth grade at a god forsaken shithole called Goose Creek, SC. My dad took us there at the behest of the Navy. Nothing mattered except the Navy at that point in my existence.

You could count my friends on one hand. Most of those aquaintances with whom I interacted were NOT friends. The late Milton G "Butch" Potter was my best friend. He was as good a friend as you might ever be lucky enough to acquire. Otherwise, the environment brought out the very worst in me.

Yes, Goose Creek sucked to high heaven. In all fairness, I was your classic underachiever who did nothing except as little with which I could get by. My dear mother did the best she could and was the ONLY person to defend me in the fray which was daily life in Goose gd Creek South Carolina and attending Goose Creek gd High School.

The school was populated largely with stupid confrontational profane name calling people who thought it a badge of honor to persecute others and hurt them with physical violence. There was even a evil little black son of a bitch named Ricky Jordan who brought his big brother to school to hurt those he wished to engage but couldn't because of his stature. What a whiny stupid inept negro.

My father pretty much thought coping with the environment was "my problem" and ignored it except for those absolutely required punishments for my bad behaviors brought on by the stress of daily living.

The teachers, some of whom were actually nice — were largely oblivious to student violence prone behaviors and did not attempt to intervene on the behalf of anyone being walked upon in that abyss which was the intellectual quagmire called Goose Creek gd High School. The administration and support staff were largely the same caliber dullard as the faculty. Particularly the so-called "deans" and front office workers.

They had an evil unkind gunt guidance counselor named "Miss Van" who had this unforgettable large bulbous nose and sneer to set it off.

I lived to see her as my peer at a workshop during my years as faculty at the local technical college. She did not escape me and could not place me in all the massive evil she propagated during her tenure. She has passed sometime back (after suffering greatly I might add) and I hope she burns in Hell for eternity.

I have no fond memories of the place and live to shoot a few of my former classmates in the head with my .357 magnum with hollow points or something equally devastating ...

This remains highly unlikely at this time as I am not pursuant nor really interested at this juncture. I suppose a chance encounter is possible with both confrontation and likely doing battle. Though I will refrain from hunting a few from my past down like the dogs that they are, the bad memories, the names, and the faces will always remain with me.

Boo !