Last day of school. May 26

   Said goodbye to Timmy today. It was odd. We're friends but only at school. I bet I'll never see him again. He's going to Swarthmore, just like he planned.
   Since I'm a senior, I had my last class today. Rusty asked me to come over to Willow Glen after I got out today. I said okay because I'd heard of the many beautiful girl students.
   I was not disappointed. Every manner of scrumptious woman waifed by. Willow High's campus spread over several acres of greenery. One level brick classroom buildings alternated with specialized buildings for the training workshops.
   At Tech High, there's one large school building. It's tall, five stories and wide with a double staircase in the center. It must have been designed for twelve hundred students. Presently twenty two hundred attend.
   Tech High's packed into the city, wedged between banks, markets, and businesses. Between classes, all the students rushed from room to room. There was little socializing because there were no girls.

 

 

   Rusty and I agreed to meet at the school's foundry. While I waited for the bell to release Rusty's class, I pulled out Billboard and looked at the bullet songs this week. But the paper was only a pretext. My eyes constantly roved from shapely legs to well-endowed coeds. I tried to jam four years of girl watching into one afternoon.
   Rusty came out after awhile. We sat and talked. Finally I tired of his tenth grade chatter and made an excuse to leave.
   It seems such a short time since I first took the bus across town to Tech High. Four years have passed and I have learned a lot there, but I want to go on learning.
   One of my favorite memories is not actually of school, but hooking it. For a while after I got turned down by Ignatius College, I just couldn't stand school. Old man Hurwitz was in the process of giving me a 70 in American History although my lowest test grade was an 85.
   When I got off the bus in the morning, as I walked up Central Avenue, there's a clock with the time displayed as numbers. I made a bet with myself. If the clock said eight ten, I'd skip school. Otherwise I'd take the day as a holiday.