Hey gang, remember high school? Vaguely, right? Foggy memories of prom, in between class locker talks, and using sparknotes as a bible? Me too. At least I like to remember the good memories. Not the bad ones. And certainly not bad ones with visual aids that pop up in 2012.
This will probably be a surprise to those of you who met me post 2004, but I was NOT cool in high school. What was even worse was freshman year. I know, I know, you’re thinking, ‘but Traci, you’re still not cool’. Fact. But never the less, I was just not part of the “cool crowd” in high school. Whereas today, I think everyone I hang out with are like, the absolute coolest people in the world. But let’s be clear. I used to be cool in middle school. Given there were only like 64 people in our 8th grade class, I still felt like I wasn’t an outsider, and felt confident about my social status.
That all changed when I went to high school. Long story short, if you wanted to continue a Catholic school education in Rochester, you had to pick between 1 of 3 high schools. Because of this, the kids I had been friends with since Kindergarten were all being separated. This meant making new friends. Of course I had friends I knew from my old school, but it kinda seemed like hey, this is the point in our lives where we break into the cliques we really belong in. Naturally, I gravitated towards the artsy crowd, sitting at the theater/choir/band tables at lunch. I repeat. I was not a cool freshman kid.
So a couple weeks into the start of 9th grade, it was picture day. Throughout my entire schooling life, picture day was one of the only days we could dress up and not have to wear our uniforms. I somehow missed the memo. I showed up and everyone was still in their uniform. It was too late to go back home and change. They wouldn’t even let anyone leave the building. But I’m pretty sure that was a year round thing, and they locked the doors from the inside so no one could get out, in usual Catholic school fashion. Anyways, this was embarrassing for me. Can you even imagine? There I was, in a long black skirt, white flowery printed t shirt, and some kind of black button up shirt i wore over it, (and kept open to complete the look), in a sea of maroon and white polos and kahki pants. I was not making a good first impression on anyone. As soon as picture time rolled around, I was not a happy camper. I was over it. Not to mention, i was a typical 14 year old girl who was self conscious about how she looked like in the first place, picture day or not. Needless to say, my yearbook picture from that year was not the best. I wasn’t even smiling. I still had glasses. My hair was bleh. It was the one official picture from high school that I didn’t want to see ever again.
What’s that, Traci? You are going to see it again? But this time on the internet? For all to see? Awesome.
Kyle Chandler, who knows damn well that Osama Bin Laden knows better than this.
As yet more evidence that the cast of Friday Night Lights is a little too busy to fulfill Peter Berg’s dream of needlessly rehashing it, Kyle Chandler has just landed a part in Kathryn Bigelow’s film about the hunt for Osama Bin Laden—just one of many upcoming feature roles (including Ben Affleck’s Argo and the Mark Wahlberg-Russell Crowe drama Broken City) that mean he doesn’t have to put on the ball cap again anytime soon. Chandler will play a CIA agent who becomes involved with the SEAL Team 6 mission—that is, provided the film actually goes forward. The Pentagon is currently investigating charges from Homeland Security chairman Peter King that the Obama administration allowed Bigelow and writer Mark Boal access to classified information during their research. But Bigelow and Boal are still gearing up production anyway, under the assumption that these allegations will soon be deemed totally ridiculous. Further stoking conspiracy theories, they have, however, scrapped the film’s original title, Kill Bin Laden—though perhaps this is because the film now ends with Kyle Chandler pulling Bin Laden aside and giving him a little tough love talking-to, until he finally gets his act together.
Why can’t all articles about Coach and Mrs. Coach and all the FNL alum be like this? Also, imagine Kyle Chandler giving Bin Laden a verbal slap in the face wake up call. Go.