![]() ![]() ![]() Most teenagers arrested for serious crimes in Torrance were students at Shery High. Knife fights, brawls, and virgin births were common occurrences at Shery. After all, the official school colors were black and blue. So I took off, headed for the less restrictive (i.e., non-existent) curricula at Shery.įrom a logical perspective, this was not an intelligent course of action. I didn’t know what I wanted to do in life, but I knew I didn’t want to end up trapped in a crowd scene behind Shannon Doherty. I couldn’t stand the idyllic, ivy-covered halls at Torrance High, forever immortalized in TV-land as the location for that masterpiece of American culture known as Beverly Hills 90210. ![]() I did request admission, but only because my counselor at Torrance High strongly hinted that if I didn’t “choose” to transfer to Shery, I would flunk and be tossed out of Torrance High anyway.įor everybody else Shery was a form of punishment: the Southern California equivalent of Siberia or a Russian gulag. I was the only student at Shery who had specifically requested admission to that campus, though “requested” is accurate only in a technical sense. The school was mainly populated by gangbangers two strikes away from prison and a bevy of pregnant delinquents one step away from nowhere. We’d love for you to start by introducing yourself.Īs a teenager, I spent most of my time goofing off, reading weird novels, writing even weirder stories, and attending a secondary school called Shery High in Torrance, California. Today we’d like to introduce you to Robert Guffey. ![]()
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