March Challenge - Day 21

[goodolmike]

Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget

In the late 80's, my family moved from a beautiful, old San Diego community called Tierra Santa to a terrible, newly built community called Rancho Penasquitos. I'm convinced that everything that is wrong with America can be found in that terrible armpit of a community.

The year we moved, I began 6th grade at Black Mountain Middle School.



(Note: This is what it looks like now. It looked totally different back then.)

My years there, 6th through 8th grade, were three of the worst years of my life. I was bullied, ignored, lonely and just plain awkward. High School was a little better, but it wasn't until after High School that my life really began.

I should note that I don't ever want to actually forget those years. They made me a stronger person and they built character. Sometimes I think about times like that and I think about now and realize that I must be on the right track.

Comments

[shirtlifterbear.livejournal.com]

You sure are on the right track!

*hug*

[goodolmike.livejournal.com]

Yay, thanks!

[(Anonymous)]

Wow! It totally does look different. That sucks you (and Piete) had trouble with fitting in school when we moved. If it makes and differance, my two big brothers were the coolest and best people in my eyes.....and I guess your pretty neat now too. :)

[andybr.livejournal.com]

I hated high school. it was bully central. it was pulled down 10 years ago and luxury townhouses built there. I wonder what they did with the bodies of first formers who must have been buried under the concrete

[goodolmike.livejournal.com]

Aw, I can't imagine you being bullied.

My elementary school was torn down and turned in to a strip mall. It was weird to see that happen.