I spent the entire calendar year thinking about sex.
Other things were going on around me, though. They included:
- Magic Johnson got AIDS. Everyone was so convinced that he was going to die that our yearbook was dedicated to him. I saw him on television last night, 22 years later.
- I had my first "girlfriend." Her name was Jennifer. I walked a few blocks with her after school for the last week of classes, then rode my bike across town to see her once during the summer. Then she broke up with me over the phone. The only time we touched each other was when I put my arm around her for someone to take our picture. When I got the film developed, I removed the picture before allowing my mother to see them. She counted the pictures and wanted to know why one was missing. I feigned ignorance. She looked at the negatives and identified the missing picture. Because if there's one thing a developing teenaged boy shouldn't have, it's things he doesn't share with his mother.
- I had a large mole removed from my neck. I had been born with it and my parents had ignored it until a woman on an airplane told my mother raised moles can be cancerous. The removal was terribly done, leaving me with a massive scar.
- I had a computer class where the assignments were given at the beginning of the semester and the students could work at their own pace. Students could repeat assignments to achieve a higher grade. I completed all the assignments, received As on all of them, and spent the last several weeks of the semester playing Solitaire. When my report card came, I had a C-plus, and the teacher was retired to northern California.
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