Long Dark Night of the Soul Part 1

The two years after high school were the worst of my life. If you have read about the Gangstalking I experienced you can appreciate the magnitude of that statement.

My last two years of high school were excellent. I had overcome the worst of the issues I had faced as a child. The work I had done on myself was in many aspects way beyond my years. I was drifting away from the religion with which I had grown up. I was learning to trust my own judgement.

Early in grade 12 I took chemistry for the first time. I loved it. Soaked it up like a sponge. I knew it was the science for me. I ended up taking the grade 13 class the next term and that year won both awards for chemistry.

My bass skills were improving. Three of us formed a band without a singer, but we still jammed and played a gig or two.

In my last year of high school I only had a couple of credits to get. Easily gotten. The last term I got work experience helping to teach the grade 12 and 13 classes in chemistry.

I left high school a scholastic rock star. And a little bit of an actual rock star. It hadn't gone to my head, if anything I didn't fully appreciate how good things were. But I had taken my foot off the gas of self exploration and change. I was cruising. Enjoying life, looking towards a bright future.

And then I got to university. The subject of part 2.