I Remember My High School Days
Random high school memories
There was a creepy old pervert set at the DMV in an old rusty truck, the DMV was right below the school. He would set there every day at lunch, trying to get the girls to talk to him, while he played Deana Carter's [i]"Strawberry Wine" [/i] over and over.
Our Biology teacher looked like a giant. He had to have been the tallest person I ever saw
Our History teachers hum-drum voice reminded us of robots.
We had a teacher we referred to as "Mr. Tuttle" because he reminded us of Mr. Tuttle from [i]Saved by the Bell[/i] (but he made me want to teach)
Lunch period was for making Mr. Peters go into fits because we'd smoke under the canopy of his gas pumps.
We ate way too much "Al's" pizza
I once wore a "South Park" t-shirt senior year and had to turn it inside out.
I was in band, played softball, basketball and cheered.
I wanted to be in drama club and my parents wouldn't let me.
There were a bunch of outcast with their hair dyed black in trench coats and black lipstick.
I once walked up the street ringing doorbells and declaring myself hungry and not having lunch money on a dare.
We played a lot of truth or dare at lunch.
I didn't fit in, with any cliches.
Most people thought I was popular, [b]I was not[/b].
There was a creepy old pervert set at the DMV in an old rusty truck, the DMV was right below the school. He would set there every day at lunch, trying to get the girls to talk to him, while he played Deana Carter's [i]"Strawberry Wine" [/i] over and over.
Our Biology teacher looked like a giant. He had to have been the tallest person I ever saw
Our History teachers hum-drum voice reminded us of robots.
We had a teacher we referred to as "Mr. Tuttle" because he reminded us of Mr. Tuttle from [i]Saved by the Bell[/i] (but he made me want to teach)
Lunch period was for making Mr. Peters go into fits because we'd smoke under the canopy of his gas pumps.
We ate way too much "Al's" pizza
I once wore a "South Park" t-shirt senior year and had to turn it inside out.
I was in band, played softball, basketball and cheered.
I wanted to be in drama club and my parents wouldn't let me.
There were a bunch of outcast with their hair dyed black in trench coats and black lipstick.
I once walked up the street ringing doorbells and declaring myself hungry and not having lunch money on a dare.
We played a lot of truth or dare at lunch.
I didn't fit in, with any cliches.
Most people thought I was popular, [b]I was not[/b].
