I went to a Polish American school. Essentially most of the kids were either Polish born or of full or partial Polish descent. Polish tongue twister names everywhere. There were quite a few immigrant kids. And there were a couple that didn't really seem to understand English well. One of these kids, Martin, was huge. And he sounded a lot like Lurch from The Addams Family. So I was kind of freaked out around him. For some reason Martin always walked with his arms out in front of him like a zombie.
And I don't remember him ever really talking. Just making Lurch noises. To this day I have no idea whether or not he even spoke any English at all. Or any Polish for that matter. Because all I ever heard were Lurch noises.
The school had one black kid. And it was this huge much ado about nothing with the parents. And I couldn't figure out why parents were talking about it like it was a big deal. Then again, I wasn't from that area and where I lived half the kids' names ended in -isha.
So the school was very centered around Polish and Polish American culture. And if you weren't a part of that it was probably a little alienating. We celebrated Pulaski day. They expected you to go to the parade or march in it.
It's not like you had to be Polish to attend. But that's what the area was like. So this black kid really sticks out. I can't imagine what it was like. He became friends with some kid I didn't like. So I never talked to him. However, the black kid only lasted a few months. I don't know why. But I always wondered if it had to do with any pressure from certain people or the fact that it must have been uncomfortable to be the only black kid going to an all white school in a white area where people were staring at you and whispering about you in two languages, one of which you couldn't even understand.
I posted before in another thread about this bitchy girl named Audrey who kept her first Communion Host. She put it under the cap of a medicine bottle. And she'd take it out and show it to people. They always told us we weren't supposed to chew the Host or treat it disrespectfully. And here she is carrying it around. I have no idea why she kept it. Sometimes I wonder if she still has it.
I had a friend in college who kept trying to get me to join an anime club he attended at another campus. He kept bugging me and I was getting really irritated. I had no interest in joining. So finally I asked him why he kept asking. And he tells me that they only had two girls in the club and they were both fat.
Yeah. Needless to say I didn't join.
In college I had a class with this really strange and extremely unlikable guy. Every damn day he was dressed in vintage leisure suits made of corduroy or crushed velvet.
So something like this:
Every day. In all the hideous 70s color palettes you can imagine. I have no idea what he was thinking. But it looked so ludicrous that there's no way he wasn't aware of how other people viewed his wardrobe choices.
He was also way misogynistic. In a real douchebag sort of way that he'd try to pass off as being perfectly acceptable. This was an anthropology class (pre SJW explosion). And when the professor, who was a woman, would talk about women's roles in different societies he liked to interject his viewpoints on how American women needed to do the same. So imagine a curly haired dork in horn rimmed glasses and dressed like we're still in the Ford administration who liked to make it be known as much as possible that women belonged in the kitchen. He also liked the idea of polygamy. There was no way in hell this guy was even gonna get one girl let alone several.
So one day I come into class and the professor hasn't arrived yet. Leisure Suit Loser is sitting at a desk dressed in a burgundy corduroy number with lapels out to here. And he's got a whole bunch of sketches laid out over several other desks. There was no way they weren't meant to be on display for all to see. He probably was hoping someone would ask him about them. But no one did. They just sort of avoided that part of the room the best they could.
So what was on the sketches? UFOs and aliens. Just pages and pages of them. I guess that was his thing. The whole package was just unbelievable. He was a true recipe for permanent virginhood.
