DU, University of Denver, the Den, what should I say about it? Well, COVID-19 mandates really kicked the can down the road for my college experience, so much so that I don't think I ever really got it, at least, not like how my family describes it. 

Sure, I was always on campus for at least one of my classes the entire time, and sure I was friendly with, well, everyone there, but I wasn't really friends—or more for that matter—with anyone, you know? No one really knew me, nor did I really know anyone else either.

The primary culprit as to why goes to my first year, where I was more or less a ghost to the people around campus because of "social distancing" and that habit got engrained in the very fiber of my being over time. That nature was only compounded by the quarter system, and I hardly found out people's names before I'd usually never see them again.

The silver lining though is that my grades have never been better. I hear summa cum laude's nothing to scoff at, yet at the same time I hear that your grade doesn't really matter and it's the relationships you built that count. If the latter is the case, then, whelp, it seems I minmaxed in the wrong direction. Oh well, I'm sure that won't come back to haunt me later, not at all.

My senior year of high school I was concurrently enrolled at Arapahoe Community College to get my science and language requirements out of the way before I got to college. To do this I had to drive to and from Littleton and ACC daily, resulting in me missing lunch as well as the beginning of some high school classes. Yet, I still got straight A's, all nearly all 100%. That's right, I did it! Who do you think you are? I am!

When I was at Littleton they had a good administration—unlike some other schools I could mention—and that saved my sorry hide more times than I can count. Couple that with an accepting culture that was mostly okay with me being an outcast and I flourished physically—with cross country and swimming—as well as mentally—finishing with high honors. 

This flourishing is of course in despite of the dreaded—and false mind you—Safe2tell reports, among other things like, I don't know, maybe COVID-19 lockdowns in my senior year. Funny story about that, the school had a tradition of sending off the seniors through a tunnel made by all the faculty. They hyped it up the entire time I was there, but because of the lockdowns they never did it. 

Oh, and also prom was canceled. I was happy about that. The girls that invited me weren't, but I told them I wasn't gonna go and I keep my promises, even if I have to do a mission impossible with a couple of bats halfway across the world. Just kidding, just kidding, don't Safe2tell me.

Highline Academy was a good charter school. Yep, that's right, I pulled the ladder out from under me. Well, not really, but I do believe that my class was the last one that had a stellar experience there. Without question Highline had the best teachers in the largest quantities compared to any other educational institution listed here. 

Now, I might be a little biased since my father worked there as the one and only middle school science teacher for thirteen years to teach my sister and I science, but still, great teachers all around. 

But then everything changed when the administration attacked. Every teacher had to reapply for their position annually and they treated all applicants equally, meaning they treated their returning faculty quite poorly. Add onto that administrational corruption and parents that say "my son/daughter would never" when they clearly do said thing frequently, and you have a recipe for your best and brightest seeking employment elsewhere.

Technically, Franklin Elementary is the third school I went to because I had kindergarten through second grade at Highline Academy. When I went there it was a pretty good school and I felt happy there for the most part. Exceptions were this one guy—I'll give him the nickname of Oreo—that was a rude dude, the fact that I didn't get along with the music teacher, how I got rejected by a girl in fifth grade, and that I went to a different school than everyone else after graduating which caused existential dread in—you guessed it—fifth grade. Good times, good times.

Do I remember much from preschool? Not really, and the things that I do remember I would rather share elsewhere, maybe in a tell all autobiography that is released after my passing. So, yeah, I went to Fisher, nothing fishy about that right?