Jasmine wants me to talk about my one
experience in the snow. I touched on this for a bit in an older post.
So here goes. I was about 13-14 years old at the time. This picture
is around that time period. At my school we had a hiking class. You
could take a variety of classes at this bootleg ass school and hiking
was one. Swimming was another. Hell, even gymnastics. Ask me if I
know how to do a backflip. Ask me! So we would have different
teachers on these hikes depending on the quarter. This school did not
have semesters. I didn't experience that shit until high school. So
this year it was our P.E teacher named Ernie. We called teaches by
their first name at that school. So Ernie would tell us “Let's go, ladies!” and we would board the bus. We never knew where we were
going. Ever. We would just get on the bus and end up somewhere.
Sometimes it was close. One time it was far.
Real far.
So there I am. It's the early 90's. I
got on steel toe boots, tight jeans right before those went out of
style only to return decades later, and what Josh would call a “Cosby
sweater.” It pretty much was. Blue with yellow, red, and orange
shapes on it. Shit would be fly now. So we on the bus and it is
taking actual hours to get where ever we were going. The driver, Mr.
Baldwin, was not the best driver. He was dangerous in the city so
imagine suddenly being on roads barely big enough for a car being
commandeered by an actual school bus. A big ass Twinkie is heading up
these winding ass roads. We would stick our heads out the window and
see over the side. The shit was terrifying!














