That night, our game of fugitive ended in an actual cop chase.
That night, our game of fugitive ended in an actual cop chase.
I realized i was a failure when my art teacher told me my graffiti art was not street enough.
When we came back from summer vacation, the school board had the sharpie notes painted over, but the locker still stands empty three years later.
His confession made me wonder how many other chances I missed because I was too scared.
While everyone else threw their caps in the air for graduation, I sat and worried that my mom wouldn't still be alive when I got back to the hospital.
I couldn't stop thinking about how that picture board had been made for a graduation party, not a funeral.
Right before the janitor turned the lights in the classroom on, we feigned sleep thinking she wouldn't know we were making out.
Two days later, I went back to the high school I'd sworn to leave forever.
Leaning over the toilet holding my hair back and noticing the faint scars on my wrists, I realized how ironic it is that my senior year superlative is "happiest."
It turns out the kid with the Swastika tattoo on his arm who I always thought was planning on shooting up the school really WAS planning on shooting up the school, but luckily someone braver than me reported him.
Freshman year of high school is an embarrassing time to learn that marine biologists have nothing to do with the armed forces.
That day my high school roommate opened our bakery alone because I was getting ready to marry her brother.
I've never felt as guilty as when my mother took one look at me the weekend I lost my virginity on a class trip and said, "Something is different about you."
I was copy editor of my yearbook and purposely spelled our class president's name wrong, just to make my depressed friend smile.
Supporting gay rights does not make me a lesbian any more than supporting the civil rights movement made my mother black, you idiot.
One of my best friends in high school killed himself after the only girl he ever asked out turned him down at the risk of being less popular, which is a shame because he would have been the best first boyfriend I ever had.
The day I was ready to tell him "Yes" was the day he came in holding my best friend's hand.
When I found out the boy whose small gestures of kindness in high school had given me faith in humanity had hanged himself, I lost that faith in humanity.
"Your father can't possibly be beating you," the social worker said in disbelief as she stared at the 4.0 GPA on the girl's report card.
When the boy I almost killed myself over in high school announced his breakup over Facebook, I realized I was living the life I had always dreamed about.
It was only when my English professor started replacing the "said"s with "and was like"s in my assignments that I started to question the worth of my high school diploma.
My friend had tears of joy in his eyes when he found out his locker number was 1337.
His efforts were so valiant, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was front clasp.
I wasn't the valedictorian, but the speech I gave to the class was so much better than hers.
Last night I dreamt about high school and the loneliness haunted me throughtout the day.
As I put my backpack on, preparing to leave the bus, it tripped the emergency exit and it's very loud alarm signaling the start of another day of high school.
We had a bomb threat and an unrelated code red lockdown on the same day, five days before the anniversary of the VT massacre and nine days before the anniversary of Columbine.
I thought my friends were individuals until I saw the merchandise sold at Hot Topic.
I'm so terrible at math that my precalculus teacher had me write an essay about why I'm terrible at math so I wouldn't fail the class.
The fact that I was assigned locker 666 on the first day was not a good omen for high school.
It wasn't until I handed the bouncer my ten dollars that I realized how pathetic it was to be at a strip-club on prom night.
I finally realized that high school was over (a year later), when I couldn't figure out how to re-fold a note I found.
I gave a girl in high school a hand-drawn Valentine's card and she told her friends she was 'gonna puke', so my nickname was 'Chuck' after that.
Was the five minutes you spent waiting to put the gum in my hair worth the twenty seconds I'll spend coating your locker in aerosol cheese?
I deliberately listen to songs I loved freshman year to bring myself down.
No one noticed us hooking up beneath the covers during movie night.
For future reference, "just friends" don't feel each other up on the living room floor.
On graduation day, I gave my worst enemy since sixth grade a two-page poem that explained I hadn't ever really hated him.
I see this boy walking to school every morning and sometimes I think he'll be the next high school shooter.
Setting your textbooks on fire in a garbage can in your backyard is not a good idea.
After I found a dirty old gym sock in my locker on the first day of freshman year, I knew high school was going to be the worst four years of my life.
I know 18 digits of pi and can recite the quadratic equation, but I still need to make an L with my hand to find out where left is.
I finally stopped keeping in touch with my high school boyfriend when he sent me a list of bad things in history that had happened on my birthday.
As I bent over to pick up her pen, the sound of my pants ripping warned me that my life was about to change.
My journalism teacher accused me of trying to sabotage the newspaper when I failed to correct a typo, so the next year I tried out robotics.
I am going to prom because I made a duct tape dress, but secretly I wish I had someone to go with.
There's a lunch table at our school named Alowischuss, and everyone loves him.
Two years, a month, and thirteen days after I saw him last, he sent me an email and I broke out in a cold sweat.
I haven't seen Christine in the 15 years since high school and I'll never tell my wife that I think about her every day.
A reporter came to our school the day after the biggest tragedy we'd ever experienced wanting to interview the traumatized and heartbroken students, so they threw rocks and cans at him and his cameraman.
As I read the note I wrote to myself three years ago, I wished that I could go back and talk to the girl I used to be.
In high school I cleaned banks after hours and enjoyed it more than almost any job I've had since.
I guess he was trying to play "footsies" with me, but I took it as I was in his way, so I moved my feet.
In my psychology course, we're talking about sleep deprivation and its negative effects on the body, and yet my workload in that class causes me to pull an all-nighter at least once a week.
My prom date announced to me, "Man, I have nasty PMS" and I pretty much knew I wouldn't be getting any.
I've spent all high school following news stories that will probably never affect me to help myself forget my bisexuality.
I finished the exam with half an hour to spare, so I thought I'd cheer up the examination marker by drawing bad things happening to cats in the margins of my essay.
I shudder when I think that I considered myself a Republican in high school.
I really enjoyed about one minute of the three high school proms I went to.