My senior year in H.S, I had a total of 346 class truancies. We had an open campus, parked on public streets around the school or in church parking lots, empty on week days so came and went as we pleased. The dean and vice principle called me in and threatened me with expulsion, but, as I had already been accepted to Cal, I told him to go ahead and expel me if he liked since I thought I could get by without my H.S. diploma. Then asked him if he could get along without his school paper editor, year book editor, and only one half of his 4.0 seniors. He turned reticent and vague before dismissing me.
Of course he regretted that moment of spinelessness on opening day of the next school year when the only full frontal view photograph of
a certain one of the graduating streakers from the previous year's commencement, taken as that
certain streaker was grimacing at and flipping the bird to the viewer, straight into the well placed cameraman's lens, was 1/2 of the front page of the mock edition of the
Tyro Weekly welcoming students and staff to the new school year. I had answered, my friend, the vice principle's, call for newspaper and annual staffers to volunteer for a couple of days to come back after graduation to help put the press room in order for summer hiatus since there had been a last day of school edition.
I knew that if there is such a thing as Karma, revenge for my actions would have to come to me through children of my own, one day. Ha ha! F U, Karma! Read my OP, sukka!
felicie said:
Well bern that's one reason for getting a vasectomy I suppose.
Not even
close!!!