My Book

Now Playing: Non-Fiction, Autobiographical
Topic: Early Stuff - Pre-College Teen years (Or Holy Crap, Did I really write this?)

CHAPTER 1: INTRO


We wew all sitting around playing cards, singing "oldies" when it happened. It was nothing so Earth-shattering as a nuclear war, or one of us dying or somthing like that. No, it wasn't anything out of the movies or a sci-fi book. Nothing so drastic as that.

Sitting there in the old, familiar classroom at break, waiting for the infinitely long, yet all too short twenty minutes to end; waiting for the loud buzz of the bell to ring, it happened.

The five of us stopped playing, stopped singing, and just kind of looked at each other. The room was completely silent, the only sounds were those of the joyous laughing and murmur of talking from the courtyard; where, on such a sunny morning, most of the school had gathered to wait for classes to begin again.

That was when it happened.

The five of us, sitting there quietly had realized our own mortality. IN 32 school days we were going to graduate from high school.

Never again would we be seeing each other on a regular basis. We wouldn't see each other 5 days a week, and sometimes on weekends. Going to college and starting a new life was what most of us had planned. After 12 years, it was almost over.

Noah was on his way to Chicago, Illinois. His real father lived there, with a doctor's salary of $90,000 a year. His College of choice was the University of Chicago.

Benjy, sorry, "Ben", was either going to the California Conservation Corps; waiting for the spring semester at Cal Berkeley to start but he would probably be at U.C. Santa Cruz instead.

Then there was Brad. Good old hyperactive, always energetic Brad. Jesus, he was always moving and talking. He was going to Cal, winter semester. Got in with no problem.

Jeremy was next. He's Brad's opposite, personality-wise. It's Santa Cruz for him, too.

Finally there's me. I'm not going to college right after high school. Nope, I decided to go on an exchange program so I'll get another year of high school in a little county called Tunisia. After my year there, I want to go to Cal.

This isn't really a story, or a diary per se. No, I guess you could call this my memoirs, a book about the people and events in my life. My name is Jason Fink, and for 18 years, I've been in Albany California, and in one month, I'll be gone.








Wow... there's actually about 28 handwritten pages here. I think I wrote it when I was 18. I'm not sure how I thought that my life was relevant enough at that time to begin an autobiography. Still... there's more & I may one day finish pluggin' it into the computer. This is my teen self talking to my nearly 40 year old self, and it's, well, interesting for me to see. I really had to restrain myself from making corrections, edits, etc. - I did spell-check, however. earthwulf

HRm: Decided to add my chapter list (including the notes I made on that page) :

Intro

Noah

Benjy

Brad

Jeremy

Alicia {this is scratched out}

Ann, Ann, & Sam

Jason (No, NOt Me)

Dennis

------->Those Chem Kids, Jaya & Reza {arrowed in between the preceeding & following chapter names}

A Little Background

School Life

Summer

Travels

My Family

Paul

Wrap-Up

DEDICATED TO: ALL MY INTERNAT. FRIENDS

LAST LINE "Not the end, nor the beginning of an end, bt it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning" - W. Churchill