Friday, December 18, 2020

On Dropping Out of School by Christopher Havens

I started high school in Washington State. Unfortunately, I was suspended early on for causing a panic in the computer labs. I wrote a macro and made all the text on the computer screens dance around the screen. Nobody knew how to fix it, and so they called a group of technicians. They didn't find it as funny as I did. 

But my behaviors eventually led to me moving to Colorado Springs, in Colorado, with my father. Here is where I first used, and like I mentioned earlier, my use of drugs was initially a tool to fit in. And as my drug use brought a new type of people into my life it also brought new behaviors. I was skipping school to hang out with all my new friends, I cut classes, and I left my house at night to roam the streets. My grades took such a hit that I was made to repeat 9th grade.

My father and I did not get along well because of my decisions and behaviors, and so I ran away from home. I stayed on the streets and on couches with my new friends, and school was like a distant memory. After some time passed, I came home, and the next school year started. I was in 9th grade again, but I attended even less frequently. My father and I couldn't get along, and so I was sent back to live with my mother.

By now, my mother moved to Texas because of the military. So I had a new school, and again, new people to meet. This constant state of moving was the biggest common theme in my life. I started into the 9th grade again, but only as a social outlet. I was rude to teachers, and I acted out in class. Texas was different, because when I would skip classes, the law could get involved. So when I skipped school, I learned how to run from the police.

I quickly found new drug friends here. We would make a sport of running from the police. Finding entertaining ways to evade them. Texas was a career criminal training ground. My school sessions became less and less frequent. The reason, was that an officer would seek me out soon after I showed up. So I ran from them, as I had become so good at. I got suspended more times than I could count. I've gotten expelled. And the deeper in trouble with the law I had become, the less I went to school. So finally, as school had become a "risk" to me, I completely quit going.

I was finished with my education, I was running from the law, and so to keep from going to jail for a long time, I left Texas and lived my life out on the streets, roaming the avenues of San Francisco. No communication to my family. I just picked up and left. For years without a word.

christopherhavensmath.com 



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