Manchester High School

The home to the only decent four years of Chris's life

This is what Chris actually believes.

Chris happily serving niggos

Chris's diploma. The public school system has failed us yet again

Manchester High School, located in Midlothian, Virginia, was where Chris finished his compulsory education from 1996 to 2000 (9th Grade to 12th Grade). Chris portrays this period as among the happiest in his life.^[1] Chris proudly slept through much of his high school life.

Among Chris's classes were the usual subjects, 2 years of Spanish,^[2] Sex Ed, Coping Skills and a lot of Art classes. According to Chris, he achieved an Honor Roll Grade Streak ALL THE WAY THROUGH M.H.S.^[3] However, according to the video Song of Christian, he failed English class during his sophomore year of high school.

Chris was the water boy for the basketball team along with Joseph Herring. He got a certificate and an embroidery "M" for this work.^[3] His experiences there mirrored the first part of this movie.

Accomplishments

10th Grade

F in English Class

12th Grade

September: Praise from his English teacher for the short story How the Pokémon came into Our Poke Balls
March: CD cover for Christian's Favorite Hits!
April: Naps in class for the self-documentary A Week With Christian Chandler

Social life

Most of Chris's friends were gal pals, not joy boys. He has classes and eats lunch with them every other day (the high school has alternating "odd" and "even" days). There are immature boys on the schoolbus, which he dreads. Chris's purported friends:

Kellie Andes
Tiffany Gowen
Sarah B.^[4]
Miranda, partner in Science class^[5]
Molly, happy and giggly^[6]

Joseph Herring
Brian, boyfriend of Sarah^[7]

The Seinor Prom

Chris took his mom to the seinor [sic] prom. Gal pal Tiffany felt sorry for him, and so asked him to dance, which seemed like hours to Chris. Chris hopes to re-enact this historic moment at an upcoming high school reunion.^[8] That is assuming there aren't security guards there for the express purpose of keeping him out.

Gallery

Don't go graping anyone tonight, Chris... I'm assburgin'
Dat ass. Seriously, Chris was probably more interested in the food than the lovely young lady.
Chris is feeling all by his lonesome at this point
Some random people at prom, giving what would be considered a rude gesture in some countries.
Tiffany to the rescue

Graduation

Chris actually looking kinda classy, in his graduation gown. The white thing around his neck generally indicates honor roll.

For Chris, graduation was an emotional experience. In his own words:^[9]


I ONLY got recognized for my Grades with a Star Pin, yet they had MORE FANCIER AWARDS for more important qualities. I should have been Highly Recognized for my ARTISTIC TALENTS I showed in my Many Art Classes for the Award Ceremonies before Graduation Day. I felt crestfallen greatly from not getting recognized for any of my Talents. I EXCELLED IN MATH TOO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I had gotten over the Award Ceremony on the Graduation Day, but to add Lemon Juice to an open wound, it was a Dark and Rainy Day that Day, and they handed out MORE TALENTED AWARDS right before handing out any diplomas. When I went up there to get mine, I was feeling depressed, upset, crestfallen and ticked off. When the award was handed to me, I took it without looking anyone in the eye, and I did not shake anyone's hands. I just walked back to my seat in the Graduating Crowd. Then soon after, I just walked the wrong way up the center aisle, found an isolated table and cried myself out. My mother found me later and comforted me; my father was ashamed of the way I acted, and he would later still be angry at recalling the moment. Tiffany also found me and gave me a caring moment of condolences back there. I gave her a plush Psyduck as a graduating gift beforehand.

Chris with Kellie Andes

In another retelling, Chris reveals more straight anger:^[10]


So while I sit there and feel happy for my friends who got something, I was so %$@# JEALOUS. I was a High-Functioning Autistic Boy who came WAAAAAAAAAY BEYOND OUT OF HIS SOCIAL SHELL, only to get ZILCH, NADA, ZIP; A BIG FAT ZERO! I felt so Devistated and Out Of Sync :'( [...] I ended up doing what I did when I went up there to accept the diploma; NO HANDSHAKE, TEARS, AND RUNNING AWAY TO HIDE. They don't even have any pictures of that in the Y2K Yearbook; the caption should have read, "Student Christian Chandler is Depressed and Sad for some reasons. His response is tears and fright." Even now as I type this, I am still *&$%^#@ Angry that I didn't get anything for the things I've poured my heart, soul and hand-work into, nor emerged as a friend to quite a few, nor developing a positive social behavior similar to Red Skelton.

It is quite likely that the evil Count Graduon's name was derived from Chris's feelings about his graduation.

Transcripts


During my freshman year at Manchester High School, I was approached by someone during my history class with Mrs. Kara Caconas who introduced me to Coach McCoull; I was to become one of the two "Managers" of the Varsity Basketball team (the term "water Boy" was more appropriate). But I've had help from my good ol' buddy Joseph Herring; he was in his Junior Year then. He was a good man, yet he got a but steer from this girl he was dating...Lindsay was her name, I think...Anyways, I've condoned him and listened attentively. I also remember the time when for one game, thebuses couldn't make it, so the whole team had to play follow-the-leader to the opposing High School. I rode with Joe in his Jeep; it was a fun ride. Also, that was the time I've had a crush on cheerleader Laura Dorazio. It lasted for only a year, though, and nothing happened; I've learned that she was in a later grade than I.


Over the years after that, I've made great friends with some of the sweetest gals there. Kellie Andes was a treasure, and I grew fond of her since I've first met her in my Sophmore year. We've kept in touch up to mid-2001; I feared that she might have moved on to someone who she was to refer to as her Sweetheart. Next, Tiffany Gowen; she was really good to me. She reminded me of a Peanuts character, Peppermint Patty, and she and I were close, yet separate, like Patty and Charlie Brown. She also danced with me at the Senior Prom (I was there with my mother, and I was naive on the subject of dating a relationships... unlike most of the other students, I'm certain); It was so nice and fun; I'll never forget that dance.