Walnut Creek Intermediate School

I love how they deleted my previous post. That’s nice that they can pick and choose the reviews that people read. Trying to hide something? Btw mr Collins is an asshole.

Only been to the gym for volleyball practices! Seems cute enough.

I spent 3 years of my life here, so I guess I should say something…
I really loved Ms. Stewart! I was lucky enough to have her 2 years in a row. She was great, and I loved how she and Ms. Krug were friends irl, and lived in the same apartment complex! They were so cute!
I was really overweight when attending. Frequently, I would get «hot cookies» in the morning and get either 2 or 4. For lunch, usually a slice of pizza, 2 or 4 more cookies, and a berry soda. Wow, maybe the superabundance of junk food in public schools is the reason why we’re all so fucking fat.
I got made fun of a lot for being gay. Unfortunately, it’s to be expected. At least I never thought someone was going to kill me.
At least they had the foresight to make all the kids take computer classes. It was through WCI I learned how to find porn on the Internet.

You know that someone has actually gone to W.C.I. when their face screws up in a mixture of disgust and fear at the mention of its name.
I have the teacher’s I love, Ms. Genzoli, who was awesome and Mr. Hoy who was constantly shocked when the one student who never did her homework or paid attention seemed to know the material the best when it came to test time.
The mildly strange ones, Ms. Batz and Ms. Gautier who made me cook and lip sync in public, respectively.
And the one’s you hated so much they ruined the subject for you, that’s right Ms Donahoe, I’m not a microbiologist because of you.
They even had a YMCA that was here for awhile. Though why I participated I haven’t the faintest. But it did seem to create some togetherness with us kids in a school where everyone basically hated each other and years later I still know a bit about what happened to a few of them.
The best was when after speaking to a friend of mine I found out she knew one of them, Josh, who I hadn’t spoken to in at least 6 years if not more. I told her the story of when the W.C.I. YMCA kids all went to Old Sac and bought fake «cigarettes.»
Josh and a couple others were kicked out of Carl’s Jr for «smoking» and for the rest of the year I harassed him about it.
Getting him on the phone more than 6 years later, the first thing she asked was, «So I hear you got kicked out of a Carl’s Jr for smoking?!»
To which he shockingly asked back, «Meg?»
Ahh memories.