Prince of the Private SchoolA Poem by Thomas W CaseHere's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
My 10th grade year,
Dad put my brother, Tobin and I in a private school in Camarillo California. Mom sent us to live with him after we traded our education, back in Des Moines, for weed and sitting around listening to Led Zeppelin records in the basement. We had it all figured out. Before we started a day of class, we went on a week-long skiing trip to Sequoia National Park. I loved that school. A passion grew in me for literature, Melville and Dickens, Dylan Thomas and the rest of the greats visited me in my dreams. They were good, gentle nights back then. I wrote a paper on Billy Budd, and received a C for my weak effort. Dad explained aspects of the story: plot theme antagonist protagonist and tragic character flaws. I didn’t get a C again on anything to do with literature. I was still inept with the numbers game. Math didn’t hold my Interest. It dog-paddled, then drowned in my budding poet brain. I had a gorgeous Dutch Girlfriend, Van Vleck or Van something or other. I acted in the play, and started at small forward on the basketball team. I even got into a fight with a kid for telling the principal that he sold me a little weed. I was suspended for a week, but Dad didn’t seem to mind that much. He gave me a copy of Don Quixote, and told me to write an essay a day. Back then, I was prince of the private school. I started to care about learning. The teachers taught with zeal and zest. The lust for literature was born in me beneath that smiling West Coast sunshine, and melancholy California fog. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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Added on March 2, 2025Last Updated on March 2, 2025 AuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more.. |

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