Y2K

Hello everyone and thanks for reading my blog.

Here I will continue where I left off in my previous entry. I am sorry to jump directly into action, but I've got no time to lose! Haha...well anyway here we go!

In the year 2000 I finished primary school and would go to high school, but not before going on vacation to the birthplace of my father (who wouldn't want to go along for reasons I still don't know); the Canary Islands, mainly Gran Canaria. I got to meet my other side of the family, which I like much better than my mother's side of the family, even though I could not communicate with them. Something I am pretty much ashamed of. Anyway I had a good time I think, and I got pretty brown that time too. It was the first time (and the last up until now) that I visited that place ever since I was a baby. Shameful. I hope I am able to go there sometime soon, and when I go, I speak the language. My language.

With high school starting in a few months I decided to be a different person than I was on primary school. I was not going to get bullied anymore, and I tried to make new friends.
New friends I did make; but the wrong ones. Not going into much detail here; but eventually the story went like this: Someone nicked a mobile phone from a car. The police would come to our school to pick him up. Secretly the phone got handed over to another "friend" of mine. The phone being redhot was passed through to someone else again, who decided to put it in my backpack secretly. I noticed this, and told him off. Not being able to let my "friend" down I accepted anyway. They all got taken out of the class for interrogation. Somewhere my name must have fallen because I got taken out too. They told me to tell them a certain story. After telling the same story 3 or 4 times they still didn't believe me. It was 6 PM already and I knew my parents would probably be worried. I decided to spill it and rat out on my friends. They knew something like this went on, so I shamefully altered my story to them so my name was "clear" in front of them. Never again I wanted friends like this. In the second year I was pretty much of a loner. No one talked to me and I didn't talk to anybody. Up until we were at geography class talking about tsunami's. One person in the class mentioned he had a game where tsunami was a certain attack. Being the Final Fantasy fan that I was back in the days I decided to take up all my courage and talk to this person.
He became my best friend at the time. Where he went, I went too. Unfortunately there was someone who was his friend and didn't like me at all. He would often take my friend away from me and try to ditch me one way or another, which made me very very sad.
In the second year I also got into a major fight with a person from another school who used to hang out in our courtyard. We had a fist fight that very first day, in which I gained the upper hand. This because I was pretty pissed about something that happened previously in class which I don't remember at this time. Anyway, after realizing what was really going on I got scared. This person kept coming back, looking for me, picking fights again and again. I got so scared I was afraid to go home, and even make myself get hit by a car so he wouldn't attack me. Eventually I had a talk with the school's direction whom would sort things out for me and they did.
The third year was pretty much ok, nothing to complain, still being friends with the same person I met in the second year, I would stay at his house from time to time, and it was fun. I had the feeling I was someone. I got respected for the first time in my life by the whole class. Except one person. A Spaniard. Normally you would say we would get along. But not him. Why? I was probably jealous. He had a thing with girls, everybody liked him. He spoke Spanish fluently, and would often mock me that I didn't. I still am not sure if he was my friend or enemy, either way he never did me any harm.
Now..there was a classroom that was never locked, because it was supposed to be a fire exit. In breaks we would often chill out there because of the peace and quiet around us. I found out that the drawers in the desk were unlocked as well. There was a book in it with all answers from our economics class. I took the book, I stole it. Why I don't know...probably the thrill of it seemed like fun.
My classmate hid it in his locker, and nobody could ever found out who took it. Up until the day we were in that very same room, and I was trying to pry open the locker with a paperclip. The teacher walked in and saw me. Immediately accused me of stealing everything that was ever stolen, he took me to the warrant-manager. She believed I was innocent, and searched through my backpack. Of course nothing was found and I was free. But that teacher never gave up on suspecting me. Every little thing I did wrong he took his chance to scold me. I don't blame him...
We also were pretty good friends with the janitor. He often would let us use his computer to go on MSN and internet. Good times! There was also this friend who lived very close to my house who would often cycle with me back home. Despite her looks (she always looked a bit grumpy, but this was probably just to scare certain people off) she was pretty nice. She would try to help me when there was a girl I had a crush on...but that didn't work out pretty well.
My best friend eventually walked the wrong path in my eyes. We drank, which was no problem for me at all, I gladly joined them...but then he started to smoke weed. This was going too far for me, so I took my distance.
When the exams came I passed them with flying colors...pretty easy, nothing to complain.
I was pretty much behind my computer the whole day after school so I decided I wanted to do something with IT. And so it happened. At this time I probably figured out I had a crush on the girl I cycled home with every day. I hardly saw her anymore anyway.

I went to the same college as my best friend, but we ended up in different classes, I went down the managing part, while he went down the designers part. This also helped me maintain my distance towards him and eventually we drifted apart.
Once again I was pretty much of a loner. I met some people but I didn't grow close with them.
There was this guy, whose birthday was the same day as mine, except he was born a year earlier. People sort of bullied him, and I immediately decided to stand up for him. we became friends. He was a smart guy, but we didn't end up being such close friends at all.
There was this tall guy over there who would touch me on the shoulder and at my back saying things like you are my boyfriend. The whole year he never bothered me, or anyone, and around the end of the year he decided to do something like this. I talked to my mentor about this and he never did it again. This was mainly because we never saw him around the school again anyway. It was also around this time I had a crush on a girl from a different class. I would often see her in the media library. I wrote her a poem, and finally gained the courage to give it to her when we were along in the elevator. She asked me who wrote it. I said I did, but she never said anything back and when she saw me she would turn her head and walk away. Well, her loss I guess. I didn't bother her anymore after this.
At this time I decided that I didn't like the school nor the education and I decided to leave the school.
I though; but not before I created some ruckus. Well, there used to be someone who called themselves the Skittles king, with a hotmail address. They would send obscure pictures to everyone from our class. Now we figured out who these persons were because they would often eat skittles. I decided to do the same, but then with Snickers. I would be the Snickersking, but I took it a step further, perhaps a step too far. I mailed pictures to even teachers. Never got into any trouble, but once there was a guy, who could not appreciate it. He was a student, and looked like he just stepped out of the matrix. I sent him a picture of Neo. He went to his mentor, who in return found out it was me doing this. Saying that if I wasn't planning on leaving the school I would get suspended.
Well, I didn't. I changed schools and I thought I finally found my place. ICT system manager.

Once again because of the lenght of this entry I shall continue in the next!
Stay with me, I'm almost through!