I was in a couple sports, nothing special. I had good strength and athletic ability but no sense of competitiveness. I played football and wrestling, didn't letter, and ditched them in my senior year.
I had some friends but didn't hang out with them, with the exception of one guy, Jeff. He and I were close. In the cafeteria, I was the kid you'd typically see sitting by himself.
I was pathologically shy. I didn't have nerve to ask girls out, or even to dance.
I was not a good student. I could learn anything but didn't really want to take the time to do any homework. The smarts that I had were used mostly to figure out how to just get by.
I know this sounds like a bunch of negativity, but I didn't have a whole lot of positive things going on in high school, with one exception. In my senior year, thanks to my childhood friend Curt, I started going out with a pretty blonde.
Curt died when he was 16. Jeff died when he was 20. But the pretty blonde, we call Grandma.