I said it's what I'd do, so, I'm doing it.

 

After a year of preschool in 1993, I was enroled in Kingston State School in 1994. My 1st grade class was headed by one Mrs. Mydlowski (sic, maybe). I was among alot of my preschool chums, and flew easily through that grade. My friend at that time was a Phillipino kid named Chris Hastings-Ison, whose teeth were rotting out of his head. At the end of the year, my report card was perfect. All the grades were highest possible, and there was much rejoicing.

 

Grade 2, under Mrs Paech (Yes, Paech) in 1995, was a good year. I was befriended by a boy named Andrew and a girl named Ashley. My grades at the end of this year were, once again, perfect. I also found that I had quite alot of female friends, and seemed to get along fairly well with the males in my class. The only people who had a problem were the black kids, for some reason. Id est; Gilmore and Logan. (I can't believe I remember those cunts' names).

 

Grade 3 was a year of revelation. Befriending the females once again, I was floating quite nicely along under Mrs Baker, but lo and behold, I was plucked from my school in favour of Boronia Heights State School. I was happy to leave, at first, thinking that Kingston was a ghetto. I was put into a double class. My primary teacher was Mrs Lambert-Nelson; secondary was Mr Lewis (AKA Madman). I met here, a good friend of mine, Kyle. We were by far the most intelligent people in our class, always coming up with schemes and what-not. I was ridiculed for befriendig females (who were very hostile at this school, anyway), and distanced myself from them. My report card was average at the end of the year, leading to the "You're a disappointment, Frank" that I face to this very day.

 

In 1997, I was put into another double class under Mrs Carfrey and Mrs Brown. Kyle was in this class as well. This was a relatively uneventful year, and the only thing worth mentioning was the camp to Mt. Bornhoffen. I also kept a journal that year, which I still have today. In 1998, I was put into yet another double class. This one was under Mrs Tee and Miss McGuiness. This was where the movement to torture me was put truly forth. Kyle was in this class, luckily, so I had at least one friend to fall back on. We (the people in my class, as well as me) played sports at every available opportunity. Usually, we played soccer. There were also phases of marbles, that were banned and re-banned. I also remember developing an interest in a girl named Nikki. People kept harrassing her, claiming to be acting on my behalf. I ordered them not to, and in the end, I was put in trouble. I wanted to kill the leader of this pack of idiots, Michael. Another person I wanted to kill was a girl named Denyka, and to a lesser extent, her friend Bronwyn. Denyka was seated next to me for some insane reason, and she made grade 5 a hell for me. I'll never forget her. I also kept a journal that year. That journal is far more full than the 1997 one, and you can observe the differences in handwriting in the 1997 and 1998 journals. However, there is little differences in the 1998 journal and anything I write today.

 

In 1999, Kyle went to Canterbury College, a private school, leaving me to fend for myself. He was supposed to be in my combined grade 6 and 7 class, under Mrs. Gardner and Mr. Simpson. This was a pretty fucked up year. Mrs. Gardner was released for maternity leave or something, and some other teacher, whose name I cannot remember, took over. The class rebelled. It was, after all, the trash from both classes put into one. I remember early in grade 6 that, the reason I was put into that class was because I was gifted, but had "an attitude problem". What the hell? So, as people with migranes migrated to Simpson's class, I was left behind. So this class passed on with average grades into grade 7 in 2000, under Mrs. Kutozov and Mrs. Gallagher. It was also a combined grade 6 and 7 class. This was where I became bent, I think. Black people (and some of their lackeys) made a sport of who could injure me the most. The first time I was ready to kill was in this year, when I was preparing to launch a stabbing attack on a boy named Glen, for his assault on me. He never got in any range, and I cooled down so as to stop the attack. I also reverted to making female friends, who were in grade 6, as well as Kyle's brother Jason, and his friend Tyson. This was the year I also met Bree-Anna. Oh, it seems a crime that I only met her in our last year there, when we were at the same place for 4 years prior. This was also a year were I discovered how completely lame people were. I adapted to the non-contact of humans in any kind of relationship, rationalising that they were only a few dollars of chemicals. Also, when I went to try out for the softball team, I was not selected. Rather, the people who did not show up to try out, the jocks, got on the team, instead. I had to fight back tears in class against this corruption. Mr. McClintock was the sports teacher. I'll never forget my rage against him, either.

 

So then 2001 moved in. It was not too bad, because the chicks at my new high school, Park Ridge State High School, were hot! I hung around with my crew for a while, doing things mostly like playing handball at lunch. It was in the first semester or so that I asked a mutual friend of mine and Bree-Anna's, a girl named Suzzane, to ask her out for me. Dismal failure. I got the "we can still be friends" line. Relatively new then, old as hell now. So then, the tension between us while running in the same clique was too great, so I moved cliques. I met Zen when we were outside Home Ec or some crap. His first words to me were "You're not Shady, yes you're the fake Shady and like other fake Shady's, you're so irritating, so won't the fake Slim Shady please shut up?" The things you remember, hey? Him, me, fellows named Rob, Kemp and Josh, as well as two girls named Lindsay (a tomboy-ish typ at the time, who is totally HOT now!) and a friend of mine from grade 4, Tracey, were all hanging about at the same time and place, and generally in the same surreal conversations. This was the year that Frankinsim was invented, as was a whole bunch of other crazy crap that we created. The next year was pretty similar. Rob went through girlfreinds like an MG42 went through rounds, being able to talk with Bree-Anna, while I wasn't. Some people gave me a hard time. Namely 3 boys; Jamie, Matt and Chris. They used to beat me up in front of teachers, and I wanted to kill them, but I won't. The leader, Jamie, one day officially apologised to me for the things he'd done, and swore never to do it again. This was all unprompted by any teacher action ('teacher action' is probably an oxymoron), and he shook my hand. If I ever come to power, he will not be killed. Kemp and I had a falling out, so I was expelled from my clique. I hung out with my brother for a while. Two weeks later, my family's security was in jeopardy, so we moved, far away.

 

Halfway through 2002, we moved to (I cannot say, for security's sake). I was put into a small school that was tight-knit, stupid and the biggest bunch of hillbillies you ever did see. My first day in this suburb was marked with a public brawl involving my siblings and some local boys, who were harassing my sisters. My glass nose was bled, and I foolishly never killed those responsible. I easily passed the year, and surpassed all my peers (I was only scraping in passes at Park Ridge). Also, this school had VERY FEW attractive girls. The hillbillies gave me a hard time, and I never really fit in with anyone. They all saw me as a psycho, threatening to stab them for calling me Mary Poppins upon seeing my enterage of brothers and sisters, whilst walking home. In 2003, a boy named Brady moved to the school I was at (grammar?). We became friends after getting into a discussion about world war 2 tanks. I'd been trying to explain to someone about them, and Brady gave me a piece of information I thought that only I would have known. Being the two most intelligent people there, we became friends.

 

In 2004, I foolishly picked all the science based subjects I could, thinking it'd boost my OP or something. Then, on the last day of school, I decided to do something I hadn't done in three years, and ask a girl out. Jaimie. I tried to ask her during morning tea. "Jaimie," I said. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Just wait a second," she said. She passed me, got her friend and went to class. The first time I'd picked up the courage to ask out a girl personally, and she ignored me. I asked her that night anyway, over MSN. Long story short, she said 'No'. So, year 11 passed with me being as disgruntled as ever, turning my attention to a surreal madness, which I hold to this day.

 

2005 was a dud year. I had lost an election as school captain (many people will say that the election was rigged so that I, in particular, could not win) and was instead placed as Student Council President. I bludged my way through that position. The previous year, as vice-president, I was asked to write an extract for the yearbook. It was a scathing attack on the suppression of ideas and the blatant teacher monopoly on a supposedly 'student' council. This document has been lost to history, and rather than reprimand me, they made me President. Dickheads. I scraped through in passes in my subjects, but my abilities shifted from science and maths, to English and humanities. I had a close clique of friends by years end, and now that school has finished, I shall never see them again. Pity.

 

My school carreer ended with me never getting drunk, failing a subject (beyond a D+, anyway) or having a girlfriend. It is a sad life, I know. Someone has to take the punches, to even out the breaks for everyone else. I guess I was that 'someone', hey? That is the end of my school retrospectus. Leave a comment.

 

Now you know, it all, for sure....

 

Frank.

49 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone. REPOST WITH YOUR ANSWERS, because hey, why not?

 

1. Your name spelled backwards?
KnarF

 

2. Where were your parents born?
Mum: Brisbane, Australia.
Dad: Konstanz, Baaden-Wurtemburg, Germany.

 

3. What is the 1st thing you downloaded onto your computer?
Temporary Internet Files, I suppose.

 

4. What's your favorite restaurant?
I don't really go to resturaunts.

 

5. Last time you swam in a pool?
Perhaps in 2003, when my house HAD  a pool.

 

6. Have you ever been in a school play?
No. Although I think I'd be a good actor, the drama people are like the sports people. The ones who are assumed to be good need no audition, ya dig?

 

7. How many kids do you want?
Lots! Like 6! And that's why I'll never have the oppourtunity to have even 1.

 

8. Type of music you dislike most?
Anything not by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

 

9. Are you registered to vote?
Not 18 yet, but that doesn't matter. I'd run for office myself, rather than vote for anyone here now.

 

10. Do you have cable?
Not for long.

 

11. Have you ever ridden on a moped?
Negative

 

12. Ever prank-called anybody?
Yes. I'll never do it again.

 

13. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
Sky diving; yes. Bungee jumping; probably not.

 

15. Furthest place you ever traveled to?
Taree, NSW.

 

16. Do you have a garden?
No.

 

17. What's your favorite comic strip?
White Ninja.

 

18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?
I know the words to the 1st and 2nd verses, but no verses after that. Our anthem has like, 6!

 

19. Bath or Shower, morning or night?
Shower at night.

 

20. Best movie you've seen in the past month?
I don't know. I'm lame.

 

21. Favorite pizza topping?
BBQ Meatlovers.

 

22. Chips or popcorn?
CORN IS NO PLACE FOR A MIGHTY WARRIOR!

 

23. What color lipstick do you usually wear?
None.

 

24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?
No.

 

25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?
No.

 

26. Orange Juice or apple?
They're both good.

 

27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where?
In a date-type thing? I've never.

 

28. Favorite type o' candy bar?
Plain chocolate, of any type.

 

29. When was the last time you voted at the polls?
Never.

 

30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?
Never.

 

31. Have you ever won a trophy?
I got 4 when I was 5 or six for soccer, and I got 1 when I was 11 for soccer.

 

32. Are you a good cook?
Yes.

 

33. Do you know how to pump your own gas?
No.

 

34. Ever ordered from an infomercial?
No.

 

35. Sprite or 7-up?
7-Up.

 

36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work?
Of course.

 

37. Last thing you bought at a Walgreens?
A plane ticket to GET to Walgreens!

 

38. Ever thrown up in public?
Nope.

 

39. Would you prefer to be a millionaire or to find true love?
Call me a sucker, but true love. I feel empty without it.

 

40. Do you believe in love at first sight?
'First Sight' is based on looks, so that's not love. The girls I like are usually not HOT (with one exception), but they have great personalities (With no exception).

 

42. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital?
My great-grandmother.

 

43. Did you have a lot of hair as a baby?
The same as any other baby.

 

44. Is lunch time fun for you?
Nope. It reminds me of my isolation, while others laugh and joke about me.

 

45. Where would you like to go?
Anywhere away from here.

 

46. What was the name of your first pet?
Michaelangelo, the goldfish. (I chose the name when I was about 6 or 7.)

 

47. What kinda backpack do u have, and what's in it?
Red, white and black 'Lightning Bolt', with my wallet, mobile, maths B and chem books and my book of scripts and stories that I write, as well as other bric-a-brac.

 

48. What is one thing you are grateful for today?
I wish I was dead (so, nothing).

 

49. What do you think about most?
The future.

 

Franz.