My high school was a closed-campus - you weren't allowed to leave school unless your classes were done for the day. My high school also had many boring assemblies, which my friends and I collectively decided we were too cool to attend. Therefore, on an assembly day, we would wait in the bathrooms until everyone was gone and head off to get fast food for lunch.
On the day in question, we had a bumper crop of ditchees - me, Michelle, Mikey, Steven, and Samantha. We all piled into my car - my 12 year old Nissan 240SX, with a token backseat. For some reason, Michelle, the smallest of us, sat in the front seat; Mikey and Steven sat in back, with Samantha across their laps. Now, apparently most people find my driving scary, so if that ride was insane for me, I can only imagine what it was like for those folks in the backseat. We spent the whole mile giggling our fucking heads off, sure that we were going to be pulled over by a cop for seatbelt violations. There was a lot of "stop groping me!" coming from the back seat - I still don't know what was going on back there. Somehow, we made it to Taco Bell, got our food, and made it back to school in time for the lunch period, where we were the envy of the rest of our friends.
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Date: 2004-07-12 09:23 am (UTC)On the day in question, we had a bumper crop of ditchees - me, Michelle, Mikey, Steven, and Samantha. We all piled into my car - my 12 year old Nissan 240SX, with a token backseat. For some reason, Michelle, the smallest of us, sat in the front seat; Mikey and Steven sat in back, with Samantha across their laps. Now, apparently most people find my driving scary, so if that ride was insane for me, I can only imagine what it was like for those folks in the backseat. We spent the whole mile giggling our fucking heads off, sure that we were going to be pulled over by a cop for seatbelt violations. There was a lot of "stop groping me!" coming from the back seat - I still don't know what was going on back there. Somehow, we made it to Taco Bell, got our food, and made it back to school in time for the lunch period, where we were the envy of the rest of our friends.
God, I miss high school sometimes.