I neither liked nor disliked high school. I was a nervous wreck 90% of the time, and extremely misunderstood by many of classmates. I did have friends, Sabrina and John being the closest. The problem was that I was very smart. I was in all honors and Advanced Placement classes and that right there branded me a goody two shoes. I had a sense of humor that was misunderstood, most keenly by my English teacher Sister Louisa, and sometimes by the soccer team. Sister Louisa mostly hated my opinions and the topics I chose to write about. In American Literature my junior year, we studied epitaphs, texts honoring the deceased. Being that it was 1995 and the OJ trial was at its height, I decided to write in memory of him:
Here lies OJ Simpson
A man who avoided prison
He lost his glove, the murder weapon too
But USC fans will always say
“Long Live the Juice!”
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