Where were you in high school?

[datasuspect]

[bicentennial_baby]

1. Other...Either doing bong hits in the woods, or

snorting Ritalin in the Library during evening study hall. Boarding school, '91-'95 :D

[NewWaveChick1981]

2. None of the above.

:P Hanging out in the library reading books on sex when I should have been doing my geometry homework. :rofl: :evilgrin:

[Dervill Crow]

3. It was actually more HP Lovecraft than Rimbaud, but I was a bit on the bohemian side.

My nickname was Morticia. Don't know if I was post-beatnik or pre-goth, but I wasn't quite the garden variety hippie chick.

[Debi]

4. Oh, man, I was so many of those (except the chess team.....)

:evilgrin: Ahhh High school

[MedleyMisty]

5. I didn't start cutting until well after high school

But I went with that anyway. (Oh, and the cutting tapered off after I quit Arby's and everything's cool now, so no one get all upset.)

Our school didn't have a chess team.

[Mojambo]

6. Sleeping in the car. n/t

[Mr. Blonde]

7. I like how hanging out in the Sonic parking lot is

a thing all small towns have in common. That is certainly what we did, at least until they came by and made us leave.

[datasuspect]

11. even big cities have their "sonic parking lots"

albeit in different forms.

but yes, sonic is like a cultural institution in many places.

[NightWatcher]

8. at Kinko's printing copies of the underground student newspaper

oh, and high as a kite of course

[otherlander]

13. Cooooool.....

What was in the underground newspaper? :bounce:

[Orsino]

9. A little Buffy, a little chess...

...a little workin' in the darkroom.

[otherlander]

10. Skipping gym to sit on the roof and read poetry

and occasionally being dragged to meetings to be told how I wasn't meeting my potential.

[libnnc]

12. Other.

Marching near-perfect eights and eights (rolling my toes, crisp drag halt), in the parking lot. Then working on my lateral slide (shoulders to the sideline, hips facing the endzone).

And trying not to kill the 8th and 9th graders in my section who kept goofing off during sectional practice. Never had their music memorized, never had their drill. Had to either hold their hands or bop them over the head during practice.

Ahh. The stress of being an upperclassman in marching band. x(