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Tuesday, February 07, 2006 My older brother went to J. Eugene McAteer High School. My younger brother also went to McAteer. My two sisters went to Mac. I didn't. Not that I wasn't supposed to, mind you. For some reason, my folks wanted us all to go to McAteer instead of our neighborhood school, Abraham Lincoln. I can understand that part -- Lincoln was a pretty crappy school at the time. I'm not sure why they (my mom, mostly) wanted Mac, though. Since Mac wasn't our "neighborhood" school, (despite being closer than Lincoln,) we had to request it via an out-of-area transfer. At the time, it helped to have a good reason. ROTC was our reason. We weren't a military family or anything. In fact, my mother was more anti-military than pro- and was certainly very anti-gun. The thing is that McAteer had a naval ROTC program. The other schools all had army ROTC which was guns and killing and all that bad stuff. Naval ROTC was, I think, basically a yacht club in my mother's eyes. It was ships and boats and sailing and all that. I know it's not very logical, but logic wasn't necessarily my mother's favorite tool. The problem with all this is that I am -- and was -- lazy and irresponsible. I never got around to filing the paperwork for the out-of-area transfer. So I went to Lincoln. The thing is, that made a huge difference because, once again, I ended up with different friends. |
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