My visiting teachers came last night to chat/give me a lesson...we ended up talking about my experiences in high school, a Catholic school. I'll admit I have an interesting schooling background. However, that's not really the point. In reading Cicada's blog this morning, I was reminded of the pure drama of that small Catholic school. So, I thought I might make a list of my best/worst memories before I manage to forget them all...
1. Water balloons in the park for my 15th birthday...and then water balloons in Blockbuster...and the old man flirting with us...ugh!
2. Running for student body president following the demise (due to alcohol in the girl's bathroom during a dance) of the actual student body president. Unfortunately being the school drunk gets you further in high school than you'd think!
3. Making my English teacher (Junior year) cry...I wanted to switch classes because I couldn't stand to sit in his class anymore. I was sick of being hit with the 7th graders' geometry blocks by Andy or Devin (they like to sort of skip the yellow octogons across several empty desks...inevitably hitting the back of someone's head). And I really couldn't handle Laura's constant hiccups or her comments every Monday about her weekend...guess she didn't get the chastity lesson in her youth. It got to the point that we rarely even had a lesson or discussion in class because the teacher couldn't control the mayhem. I quit doing my homework and ended up in a one-on-one during lunch with the teacher...in which I told him I hated his class and wanted to switch...he actually cried! Right there in the MPR (multi-purpose room...our theater/lunch room). The next day he tried his best to get everyone into a discussion about some American poet from the 18th century. He got VERY frustrated and wrote the "f" word in big, red letters on the board...just as the principal walked by the window to the classroom!
4. We drove down to Lassen with our favorite math teacher...I'm sure we drove him nuts while we sang songs in Thai. And then there was that photo shoot at Bumpass Hell Trail...I'm sure that doesn't need photographic evidence!
Running out of time...to be continued...
1 comment:
Sounds like high school was filled with interesting moments for you...I kinda wish you had spooked that guy. Ah, the naughty things we know we wouldn't ever do, but we get so much pleasure scheming about *sigh* darn superego!
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