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I went to high school in rural Minnesota.

Strange things happened there.

Written by Saturday.

My teenage years were a mess.

My mom and dad went through a bad divorce and they were trying to figure out two brand new lives.

I ended up somewhere in between as I adjusted to an irregular schedule and to sudden move.

When my mom got full custody, I was in my last year of high school.

We had just moved a year prior and now we were about to move again.

Just six months from graduation, we moved all the way to San Antonio. Quite the different vibe from a no-one-cares kind of town in Minnesota.

So yeah, I graduated at the turn of the Millennium, Class of 2000.

If I'm honest, I rarely think about that year when I lived in Minnesota.

I mean, I remember it, but I'd be hard-pressed to tell you anything about it.

I remember the high school and how I thought it was weird that they could afford a pool.

I remember the Babin siblings being creeps, or that one Christian girl who couldn't

stop talking about how she was saving herself for someone special. There was the guy who stayed in

the computer hall all day, and the gym bro and the guy who kept getting shoved into lockers.

People called him handsome man as a cruel mockery. I think my favorite was a guy named Hank.

His dad was a plumber and he was going to be a plumber too. Hank was the kind of guy who liked

collecting things, weird things, like lost screws, pop tabs, or bottle caps.

He would categorize them by color or weight and keep them in little jars in his locker.

The one time I saw it, he had like 30 jars, all meticulously sorted.

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