Wednesday, January 19 --  Freaks And Geeks


Jimi Hendrix, “Electric Ladyland”
John Elefante, “Corridors”
 
 
 
 
’ve had this TV show on the brain lately.

Every once in a while, I find a new TV show that piques my interest – the problem is, it usually doesn’t last more than six months.  Hopefully, that won’t be the case with the one I watched last night – “Freaks and Geeks” (though the magic of a VCR, since it actually airs on Mondays).

The show is set in high school back in 1980, but the time period doesn’t matter – their portrayal of high school is exactly how I remembered it from ten years ago (or ten years after the setting of the show).  The memories are bittersweet, however….

I was a geek.

There’s no denying it.  I remember that, from basically the first day of my freshman year, I had this crush on a girl.  It lasted at least a year, and I never said a single word to her.  Well, actually, I did – one sentence.  The one class we had together was meeting in the library one day, and we both forgot and went to the regular classroom.  So I said to her – are you ready for this?…

“That’s right – we’re supposed to meet in the library today.”  Shakespeare couldn’t have written anything better.

Oh, and here’s a good one!  There was the time I was harassed by a punk rocker.

He was the leader of his own rock band, actually, and looked the part – long, scraggly hair and leather clothes and the ugliest mug you can imagine.  He also happened to hang out with a bunch of, for lack of a better term, groupies -- one of whom was the lanky kid who hated my guts that I had a dream about just a few months ago.

Of course, I was totally innocent in all of this.  Somehow, the lanky kid got the leather rocker to start bothering me -- his excuse was something like I looked at him funny (which may have actually happened, although he was sitting behind me).  He tormented me for twenty minutes during lunch -- and all that time, not a single teacher passed by, and not one of my friends stepped in to defend me (although I really don’t blame them; they were probably as scared to death as I was).  After lunch was over, he followed me to my locker, and just for good measure, slammed me into it.  Not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to know that the guy was certifiably crazy.  Now at this point I was trying to decide whether the best way out of the situation was to go tell the principal, or just drop out of school.  He never bothered me again, though -- probably because from then on, we sat at the opposite end of the cafeteria.

So in a way, it’s hard to watch this show.  A couple of the kids on it are -- dare I say -- even geekier than I was.  But the amazing thing about the show is that it shows how possible it is to transcend your geekiness, something I’m still trying to do ten years later.
 

 
 



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