Gamer Girls

From the summer after 8th grade to my final year in college, I always took classes in the summer. Not because I was dedicated but because I was a poor student. I failed classes.

So I was two credits short from graduating. If you were one or two credits short, they still let you go to the graduation ceremony but you were expected to go to summer school afterwards to make up for your missing credits. And I guess that I was two credits short so I had to take a math and an English class.

I don’t know how vigorously this was enforced. Because I’m pretty sure that I got the diploma during the graduation ceremony. And I was already accepted into a college. What if I just didn’t go to that summer school? Would anything have happened? Would the school have told the college? Would have the college have even cared? I think that they let people in who didn’t finish high school.

I know that high schools make threats that if you don’t do well in your final semester at high school, the college might rescind their offer. But has that ever happened? There’s no fucking way.

So anyway, after I “graduated” and before I started college, I had to do these two classes in summer school.

Summer school was always a joke. It’s like six weeks. I think that the classes were like two hours, so twice as long as a normal class, but still it’s six weeks. And the most you could take was two classes.

It wasn’t in my normal high school. Every year, summer school would be held in a different high school in the district. So for this particular year, it was in some fucking ghetto school that was like 90% black during the normal year but because summer school was a mix of kids from all of the schools, it was more diverse.

I think that I’ve talked about the English class before. It was some fucking giant creep who was retiring that year. He had an exercise where we had to look into a cardboard box that had all kinds of wacky shit in it (doll’s head, pencil with an eraser on each end, shit like this) and covering the bottom of the box was a Playboy centerfold. Fully nude but this was from an old Playboy from probably the 1960s so she was “tastefully” posed.

We were instructed to approach this box in groups, one group at a time, and look into this box for 60 seconds. We were repeatedly told not to say anything when we look at the box. Just look at it and try to remember everything in the box.

So my group goes there and some Mexican guy I was with says, “Whoa!” when he sees the centerfold. The teacher screams at him not to say anything.

It was some weird fucking fetish for this guy. Force a group of high school kids to look at this old Playboy centerfold in silence.

Then afterwards, we had to say to our groups what we saw. And he walked around and listened in on the conversations. My group didn’t have any conversation, we just wrote down what we saw on the Mexican guy was preparing the master list. The teacher didn’t like this and told him that he’s not a secretary, we have to discuss what we saw.

This was all part of the fetish. This creepy teacher wanted us to talk about this nude woman.

Then afterwards, he says that he overheard one group talking about this centerfold and an argument broke out. Somebody in the group said that there was a Playboy centerfold in the box and one of the girls in the group said, “No, he wouldn’t do that.” This teacher found it really amusing that the girl thought that he wouldn’t do that.

He was a creep. Another time, he told a story about how he overheard some students who were traumatised by going into a strip club and seeing a former classmate of their working there.

Anyway, he’s dead now. He has to be.

The other class was a math class. Actually, now that I think of it, that English class was after my 11th grade year. Not 12th grade. For 12th grade, I only had to take one class. It was this math class.

It was the usual group of…let’s just say academically-challenged students who go to summer school. It was a fairly young teacher. It was a guy. Did I even have any women math teachers in high school? I don’t think so.

It was maybe a third black, a third Hispanic, and a third white. I never had any problems, which always surprises me looking back. I never really had any problems ever in high school with “bullies” or whatnot. Which is weird because I was really withdrawn and didn’t have friends. I would talk to people a little in school if I had a class with them but we weren’t hanging out after school or anything. People thought that I was a cool guy and all but…it was just such a waste. So many missed opportunities to develop friendships and get stuff going with the ladies.

Anyway, this math class. There were a couple of black girls who were friends or something. And I knew this Mexican guy who went to the same school as me. So we sat together, the four of us. I didn’t really talk to them but this was my group. And one day this Mexican guy is telling one of these black girls to show him her tits. Something like that. I wasn’t really paying attention. And then she pulled her top down and showed him.

I don’t know what she showed. I wasn’t really paying attention. Maybe it was just her bra. But this Mexican guy was freaking out and the girl was laughing and saying, “Well, you told me to show.”

Another time, this same girl was talking about her relationships. Something like “Yo, yo, yo. Niggas be movin’ from one bitch to another. Like ‘this pussy’s used up, I’m moving on to the next.'” And again, this Mexican guy couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

It’s not a direct quote but she did say, “This pussy’s used up, I’m moving on”. I remember that part.

I was with a different group for this next inappropriate story. There were two girls, one was Mexican, the other was white. Neither were lookers. And there was a white guy. And this guy starts talking about porn and the girls are giggling. He’s complaining about how on the Spice channel they never show the woman fellating the guy. They’ll cut away or her hair will be in the way or whatever. And the girls are just laughing at the audaciousness of the conversation.

The other black girl in this group was regularly late for class, as black people often are. You could only miss three days of school, something like that. If you missed three days, you automatically fail. And if you were late, it counted as 1/3 of an absence. If you were late by more than ten minutes, it counted as a full absence.

So this girl would regularly come in late and the teacher started warning her about this, saying that if she keeps this up, she’s going to fail.

She comes in one day, smiling and laughing. And the teacher looks up stone-faced and says where were you? She says, “Oh, nowhere. I’m just late.” He looks at the clock, she was like 11 minutes late, and he says, “You’re not late, you’re absent.” This put her over the absence limit.

She stopped laughing and just looked at him for a few seconds, contemplating the situation. Then she turned around, threw her book in the trash, and said, “I guess I won’t be needing this” and left. Never saw her again.

That guy was crushed. He said to the class, “There are rules. I’m just following them. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy.” Nobody said anything.

Who knows what happened to any of these people. If they’re still alive, they’re almost certainly still in that ghetto. Had a few kids.