So I've gotta write a memoir about a picture of mine. Iv'e already decided on the picture - I just have to figure out how to write it. And tonight I wanna write around 200 words.
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Flashes Before Your Eyes - My Greatest Hits.
A couple of days ago, while organising my room in preparation for moving out of my parent's house, I found an old high-school shirt that caused an unstoppable deluge of emotions and memories to saturate my mind. This shirt represented my high-school life - it consisted of many comments and remarks written on it by my fellow school mates. I remember that last day of school as though it was today's breakfast.
"I can't believe it. It is finally here" I said with excitement as a not-so-quiet click was heard. And with one quick, insignificant flash, my mind sled through an invisible portal - where memories of the past 5 years flooded my already overwhelmed brain.
April 25th, 2002 - Stranger in a Strange Land
My first day at the new school, Masada College. My head was spinning and stomach was crumbling as though an earthquake was inside of me, but to my delight, a girl to my right was just as nauseous, just as terrified as I was.
"Surely another new student" I thought as I walked towards her and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Yoni" I said, quite softly as I smiled politely and waited for a reply. "I'm Kezia" she commented. For the next five minutes we mentioned how petrified we both were, comparing our fear to that of moving to another country, witnessing a meteor heading to earth and even going out on a first date. Later that day - upon arrival to Art Class, my last class of the day, I was pleased to find that Kezia was seated to my left. I believed this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
"Yoni, I thank you for all your encouragement in Art... Don't think I could have done it all without you. :) Good luck, Kezia." she wrote on my wrinkly white shirt on the last day of school - displaying her gratitude and grace that accompanied her throughout high-school.
It seems that much like life, the episodic flash appeared and disappeared without much warning.
May 2nd, 2002 - The Lie/Everyman for Himself
A week had past since I've made my arrival at the new school, the feelings that wouldn't go away and the feelings that knocked me sideways have all disappeared. I have made numerous friends, among of which were Adam, AKA Squeak. The fascinating issue in this situation is that surprisingly, I was warned against befriending Adam, as he was seen as the 'loser' or the underground filth of the grade - and becoming friends with him would perhaps push me down the barrel too. This warning came about rather early within the day - during pre-school prayers, thus I had focused my attention all through the day only to this particular plight. As the apocalypse drew nearer I've already made my decision - Adam was a nice guy, and he had helped me out by befriending me when I was just a baby within the school's womb, I will remain friends with him regardless of the consequences to my already troubled social life. This event represented what my high school life would have achieved, had it not been for another student arriving a year later - changing my life forever.
Remembering this moment, I once again looked down at the scribbled, white collared shirt, and read "Sup Yoni. Wish you all the luck you need. THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!!. Squeak. :)", I quickly smiled and continued studying the comments.
July 12th, 2002 - The Constant/The Other Woman
I remember that night as if it was last. It was Jewish Studies camp in year 9, 81 of my classmates, and 7 tutors and teachers all sitting and sharing stories with each other. In the center burnt a bonfire with potatoes and sausages cooking within it. The warmth escaping from the flames was like a representation of my feelings for Hayley, a short, skinny, brown haired girl with a smile that shone brighter than even the brightest of stars, and braces covering her teeth. However in one distinct moment - the tides changed direction, And while Hayley and I bonded further and became rather essential in each others lives (mainly through our common sarcastic remarks and selfless nature), it was Nicole who captivated me. Was it her blonde long hair? Her small bubble like eyes, or her height - which at 150cms her body convinced itself to stop growing? I was unsure. All I knew was the girl sitting on the wooden log on my right has captured my heart, and I was embraced by her presence. A love dead, but another creeps into the heart as it moved on. Nicole became my constant love for the following 2 years.
As I reflected on this moment, I began reading the comments both girls wrote on my shirt:
"Joni, smile, you funny character! Thanks for always being honest and informing me of the truth with your sarcastic comments! I know you will continue with your witty ways. Love Always, Hayley" she wrote. As I glance over this comment 3 years later - I can't help but feel slight disappointment as we have never really continued on our friendship.
"Joni, keep smiling. Love NIX!! (Good Luck)." Nicole wrote. A little anti-climatic considering all that her and I have gone through, if you ask me.
September 03 - Man of Science, Man of Faith
I remember getting to school rather late one day due to being glued to the TV as Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure played on TV1. It was the first time I've watched it since I was a young boy living in Israel and I forgot how much I enjoyed the movie. Everything from the main characters to the concept of time traveling in a phone booth enticed me. Throughout the day I constantly quoted the movie; and ended every sentence with the infamous "Excellent!" and air-guitar solo combination that was presented in the movie. To my joy and surprise, Stefan, a very religious, shy and incredibly book-smart student contributed to the guitar solo with his own rendition. The two of us were and still are complete contradiction of each other, however when Bill and Ted were discussed, we were one and the same. We then further bonded over our love of the movie by describing our favorite moments (His was when Bill and Ted had to confront their clones, while mine was the monologue including a reference of Iron Maiden, a heavy metal band) and other movies we both enjoyed viewing. However not once since that original conversation have we both mingled so well.
"Dude, Excellent!" was his adios missive, written boldly on the shoulder area. Rather fitting all things considered.
July 23rd, 2005 - Four Months Later
Throughout high school there were several class-mates that I've befriended - however only 2 who I actually kept in touch with until this very day. Jonti was one of them. While initially we hardly socialised despite our loquacious nature, once we were forced to sit next beside one another in Art class, things changed drastically. We've bonded over music, movies and our view of life. Truthfully, my most cherished present on my 18th birthday was the Jeff Buckley - Grace CD that Jonti bought me. It is because of Jeff Buckley that my admiration for music evolved and I soon learned to play guitar - with Jonti as my tutor. However, my most distinct memory that eventually led to Jonti's comment on the sleeve of my wrinkled shirt is when him and I took a lethargic and carefree approach to our schooling, and did not go to the school's assembly, Rather we drove to a shopping centre nearby, bought the soundtrack to one of our favorite childhood movies, The Labyrinth, and drove around the suburbs musing to David Bowie music.
His note matters more than most, as we are still friends to this day. It says "Dear Joni, your sleeve is like a labyrinth. Thanks for the fun times and I'm proud we are still studying for Art and Studies of Religion. See ya, from Jonti".
Last day of School - Because You Left
As I glanced over and deciphered all these notes on my shirt, there was one which I was most looking forward to reading, however was written on my back. I quickly took the shirt off and placed it on the table infront of me. This comment was written just mere moments before the light flashed, and the camera made it's last sound. I remember turning around, looking at Gal, smiling, then remembering that he is leaving to another country in 2 weeks, and then I began reading the essay:
"Yoni. I'm gonna miss you and all our good lines and music and 'study'. All the best for all your life and thanks for being the original person that you are. Seriously stay the way you are. Call and visit me. Gal. EXCELLENT!". As I read his comment it rained in my cloud-like brain, where each rain-drop was just another memory we've shared. Everything from studying for Maths, to partying at comrade's 18ths, and even playing handball during recess until year 12.
I then turned around towards Gal who was standing still behind me and said "Thanks. Sincerely. For everything".
Thankfully, Gal and I have kept in touch, and as a matter of fact I've visited him in Israel twice since the last day he spent in Australia. Luckily Jonti and I are still friends and jam on the guitar rather often. I frequently wonder whether I'd be the same person I am today if it wasn't for all these characters in my life's history. What if I had never met Nicole and hadn't been fixated on her for 2 years? Would I have been as much into my faith if it wasn't for Stefan? most importantly - would I have been the same sarcastic and witty individual if it wasn't for Gal and Hayley? These are questions I will never know the answer to, but it is better that way. My friends gave me the power to struggle through high-school and now, I have to go through life
Jonti - Labyrinth. Guitar. Buckley
SALVATION = GAL + Because you left - ...And Found