Alright, most memorable school moments from the earliest time I can remember up until the present, senior year. I can do this. And go!
Lets see, there was the time that I was starting 8th grade and my friend Silvia was starting 6th grade, and I sat her down on the playground and very seriously told her that if she wanted to be a real middle schooler she should learn and start cussing. I though I was so coolants much older; a role model of perfection, am I right haha?
There was the time our 7th grade teacher Ms. Koontz began crawling on the floor pretending to be a cockroach getting killed by the Orkin man. How that was relevant to class I have no idea, but then again we spent half of each class talking about her cats so...
In 8th grade, there was the time when our chorus teacher Ms. Sogin freaked out on a girl in class for wearing a scarf and then started crying.
Also in 8th grade, our class went to Ecton park where a presumed to be pregnant girl got very very drunk and tried to leave and two teachers and her boyfriend had to chase her.
More 8th grade, my friends and I had this teacher, Mr. Southworth, whom we adored so on the last day of school we wore t-shirts that said "We survived Mr. Southworth's class" on the front and "With all A's!" on the back and I think he teared up a little bit.
Fast forward to high school, there was the time in freshman English when I ate Nutella straight out of the tub with my finger and nobody mentioned anything.
Same class, different day, Ryan and I started our four-year-long running joke that we are sleeping together because he found out that my name was Lusi and he excitedly told me he had a dog by the same name that slept with him every night (...or was it a joke...)
There was our freshman math class with Ms. Bloomfield where each Friday we would have Freaky Fun Friday and watch a movie, eat food, and not do any math at all.
Freshman year during our morning seminar, we got paired up to do a community service project and our group was the most uncoordinated group on the face of the earth. And that's not even an exaggeration. We had one simple task: go do community service somewhere, then make a powerpoint with pictures we took while we were there and make a powerpoint to show everyone. Yes, apparently that was much too difficult for us. We planned nothing, so Ben, without telling us, mind you, went and volunteered somewhere on his own. So then Amaris and I somehow ended up at the homeless shelter and served lunch. Clay however thought we said the Catholic Action Center so that's where he went. And poor Ryan, late to the game, he didn't come with either us or Clay, so the night before the project is due, he sends me pictures of him lifting up a box in his basement pretending to be doing community service asking me to put it in the powerpoint. Needless to say, it went in the powerpoint. But then tree was our presentation! Ben was pissed at us so he made his own powerpoint; Amaris, Ryan and I had three pictures on ours, one of them being Ryan in his basement; and then Clay, being the eccentric guy he is, too school for school, proceeds to pull a polaroid of himself volunteering out of his pants and hands it to the teacher. I'm amazed we didn't fail. Good times, good times.
Sophomore year, there was the time Joey chugged an entire bottle of hot sauce on the last day of school in English, and then proceeded to pass out in the hallway. Our teacher rolled his eyes and went and force fed Joey bread to soak up the hot sauce and five minutes later, Joey who looks as if he's drunk, he comes wobbling back into the room and when we ask him how he is he looks at us, tears up, and says his stomach hurts and he wants to call his mommy. Mr. Behler just kept on rolling his eyes haha.
Junior year, any single day in Mr. Logsdon's english class was a memorable day. But there was one in particular that will forever be remembered. So Andrew is sitting next to Helen and he asks her for some lotion. No big deal, Helen complies. So she rummages in her purse, finds the lotion, but theres only a little bit left so she has to shake the bottle. So picture it, Andrew and Helen are facing each other, Andrew has his hands out toward her, and Helen is shaking the bottle of lotion into Andrews hands in an attempt to get the lotion out. However, because of the table you can't see Andrews hands or the lotion bottle, and right at the moment Mr. Logsdon walks in, thinks he is witnessing an explicit sexual act in his classroom so he freaks out, while the entire rest of the class erupts in hysterics!
And then finally Senior year -- oh gosh, there are so many for senior year. To name a few, there were all of those trips with Mr. Junker, there was Ms. Hale unintentionally calling Carson gay, Prom, Spring Break, crying over how hard AP Calculus is, all the birthdays and parties, and I'm sure so many other memorable moments!
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