in some ways, training was a repetition of high school. Like the way in which I was hermione granger, with my hand perpetually in the air. Though the motivation may be a bit different. I’m not sure whether I was trying to stay awake back then, but I’m pretty sure I had no illusions that I would speed things up.
“…training was a repitition of high school”
So halfway through the training session you came to terms with being gay?
Heh, had that been a repetition of high school, I would have been in the closet the whole way through. It was anything but. =)