The "Oz"

Hesitant to write about this, but has been in my mind to tell about this true story of course, happened in highschool and well.. you tell me.

In classes there was this guy hanging around listening to music and writting down the lyrics. Looong lyrics that blurred through the notebook that was supposed to be of Ethics, Philosophy or something.

As we've been told to mind our business in class, we (I repeat, we) all minded our own business and let " the Oz" do it's own. As we struggled to find our path and keep up with 7 classes a week of different topics, " Oz" always seemed to be filling in notebooks with only those lyrics.

Mind you, three years in a row he was top of the class; exceedingly well in exams, tests, participation even. He was a simple guy, not an underdog of any sort, just quiet and playing invisible drums to follow those infinite lyrics and always writting-them-dowwwnnn.

Good conversations, goofy and out of context comments and what in the flying f*ck moments of -whatishappeningwhatareyourdoingman-. Like that bottled-up moment when one of the favorite teachers had it with "the Oz" recently sleeping his way through the entire classes. "Oz" sometimes had his way with words of excuse, but increasingly annoying patterns just boost up the teacher as he walked across the classroom to wake Mago up.

We all stood there quietly staring as the teacher palmed him to wake him up, after already voicing him out loud from across the room. I don't know what everybody thought, but talking after that we all mostly thought he was just tired or drunk.

That guy, the "Oz" was increasingly pushed slooowwwly as he melted in a non-oscar-nominated-way, to the floor. And yes, seemingly fainting. We all saw his face, he was about to laugh a very little bit. The teacher did not buy that and SCREAMED SO LOUD we jumped on our desks in laughter, and "Oz" of course, too. But acting his way through the "oh, what happened? Where am I?".

We didn't care, we laughed so hard at how the teacher yelled that we already knew he was fine, as he had already had the fame of doing that sort of show previously; but honestly.. he seemed ok.

Looking back some things make sense but not all of them. Leaving this memory in writting may contribute to me not actually overthinking about this wtf era, and yes I know this is not therapy or a podcast, is a true story and my therapist encourages me to write in a public platform cause it embeds a big responsibility that I enjoy :D. Ok too transparent, lets get back to the guy.

In a highlighted kind of way, I think we honestly did care for him and proved it in several ways, up until that end we all went to his house and speak and still DID NOT KNOW what he was up to. I mean, we let him be throughout the whole two and a half years of highschool, knowing he was different like in a maybe spectrum kind of way (THIS is a very importand note: In those times it was not a well known or commented topic, Autism or any of the spectrum of ADHD and related) but then again, we honestly cared. All of us in the class, even the bully dumb one knew he was a bully dumb f*ck and was fine with it.

"Oz" had no certain friends but wholesome conversations with all of us in the classroom, mostly most of us. There was this bully girl that was sooo forward of pushing and pushing all of us over. That heavy f*cker woman was uuugghhhh. And I mean heavy in the sense of how she related to everyone, even teachers. She was annoying with always talking and not giving a single none about the class or whatever else that was not her, her story times and making people laugh in a heavy-humored sense. Obviously not my type of person, over this she knew and covered a "tomboy move" she always played with the other heavy guys, to punch me so hard I did not sense for a sec wtf did she just do. That is another story. Any so, the fr*kingg Mago man.

In this highschool we were all drop-outs, troubled teens or in my case: not recommended for any top full morning shift high school. So here, we were in deed some ex inmates but the point, is we were all free to be us. So as we be kind cause we are free and valued as what we contribute as individuals (yes very cool old school teachers ♡ ) we confirm to be bully with him yes, but we were all bully to each other, even the "Oz" had his comeback moments where his genious sparked his way to shut up some dumb-mates in a unexpected funny way.

Those sparks were cool, so he was the mad genius and we went back to our stuff. I wasn't part of the cool girls, the bullies or the fillers. I was best friends with my two girls, a math genius caring one, and a spicy tiny one that was victim to my poems and rhymes about her epic shortness in a cup. She laughed always and smacked me down several times to remind me who's the muscle boss, which inspires me to even funnier lines when we see each other xD.

To prove we did care for him, I can share a very important video for me in my highschool era. Were we danced, and sang together a couple of months prior to our graduation. Who would've imagined the way the mere graduation ceremony would go, I mean, I literally got restrained by force, in a "WTF are you joking?!" rage and a "Please don't" direct stare from my bestie as she knows me.. and wouldn't at all let-me-go.


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Feb / 2026