and Words
You’ve gone too far this time
But I’m dancing on the Valentine
I tell you somebody’s fooling around
With my chances on the danger line
I’ll cross that bridge when I find it
Another day to make my stand, oh woah
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand, oh woah
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
I got horrifically poor grades during my freshman year in high school. I didn’t try to get poor grades; I simply didn’t care. At that stage of my life, I simply drifted. I moved like a car when we lift our foot off the brake. I moved but barely and with no purpose or destination. Neither angst nor frustration filled me. If anything filled me at all was apathy. I’m surprised that it didn’t end up more horrifically, but even in my apathy, my mind captured facts and some subjects came naturally.
On my second year in high school, I turned things around. Truthfully, I can’t tell you precisely what changed, though I have some educated guesses. That return to academics started with an uncharacteristically practical class: typing. Each morning, I wondered into the second-floor hallway with the business classes. Entered a large, brightly lit room with small desks arranged into neat rows. Each desk held an IBM Selectric typewriter; this was my main tool of the trade for one hour each morning.