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We are a small version of our parents when we are in high school. When we are in high school we may have our own ideas in different hair style, have youth slang words and are open minded to some liberal ideas. In twenty years, your just an update version of your parents. Today, if its at work or in the neighborhood, the concept of high school is still there, being the best, having money and looking good. High School is the beginning of building an image for yourself. For some its just getting beat up with insults and laugh at by the other teens. Some adults still do this, usually behind that persons back. So high school back then and life today is like music, the rock song is now redone to slower country song.

I didn't care much for high school, just a stage of life that I had to go through. I can't really say that I hated it, but there were many kids that did. What I didn't like about high school. How everyone had their own little group they hung out with, the brains, the jocks, the pretty teens, the gang bangers and so on. Everyone wanting to be identify with a certain click of kids. I was the kid who didn't really fit into any of these clicks. I never started on the football team, I question why some players were starting and I wasn't. I saw some favoritism. I was on the special teams, the player that line up for the extra point, about twenty seconds of playing time after touch down.
One of my best moment in high football is the play that I made that I didn't know. On Monday, the team would meet in a basement room, under the basketball gym. As the team watched the highlights of Friday night's game. We watched on the film projector in black and white, on a beat up, torn white screen. There was a play that the coach, myself and the team noticed in the film highlights. We had faked the extra point field goal and the run it in for extra two points, But what was noticed on the film was a player making a driving block on a very large black kid who was NFL size as our player scored and this help win the game. The coach said in his loud authority voice " Who made that play, who 22", I thought that's my jersey number. The coach said "That's Ramon, good play". Ramon was not even my name and my coach would always forget my name. That day, it didn't matter about my name, it was just nice to be cheer and recognize by my coach and team.
Later, I thought maybe I'll get more playing time, well no such luck, nothing change, hero today, forgotten tomorrow. I see this in my life today at work, the same result. The only different is instead of playing time, know I'm getting forty hours of working time. I get recognition for good ideas and I like challenges in correcting problems at work and perform my normal work duties. Like high school, there is favoritism , with other workers getting a higher bonus than me or I may get nothing at all.

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