So I was telling LaDawn that some of my first published artwork or writing was back in the 60s and she goes "Comon...you were still in high school". Well, so I was, but I was also the yearbook artist for the two years I was at that school. So I had to dig. Not only did I find the artwork, but found a shot of my ugly little 8th grade face decorating page 43 and another of one of the fun "Dress Reviews" we had in Florida, in 100 degree heat and 90% humidity, and in ******* West Point style WOOL uniforms..Obviously there was a real brain child in procurement...
I went to this fine establishment 2 years, going AWOL the 2nd year for 3 months cause of the rather insane BS (see West Point, etc and you'll get the drift). I finally talked to my folks after 3 months and made 'arrangements' with them to finish the year so I wouldn't have to repeat it. Busted from 'sargent' (wooHoo) to private and had to spend all my free time running in a circle holding a 50 pound M1 either over my head or held in front on me...Good, but crappy exercise, BTW...
Bottom line, no more military school for this problem child. Basically I told my folks that if they ever wanted to see or hear from me again, we needed to shitcan the military school program. I was working with a false ID in Orlando and had a place to stay and a car...I just didn't want to repeat 9th grade...
Personally, I think this kind of 'solution' to a "problem child" is some of the most brain dead thinking parents can come up with. I went there with an attitude (gee...Imagine that!) and came out with a worse one. 3.9gpa, honor roll, honor society, etc, but a **** attitude....
At any rate, there is my shiny face 2nd from the left at the bottom of the page.